Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harmonia. All the underground hits.

All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

The Mighty Diamonds, Agitation Free, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Sarah Menescal, The Fire Engines, Colin Newman, Larry & the Blue Notes, Aswad, the Germs, Joey Negro, Spoonie Gee, Black Pus, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Basic Channel, Roxette, Marcia Griffiths, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Sight & Sound, The Slackers, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Eyeless In Gaza, Joe Finger, Curtis Mayfield, The Dave Clark Five, Boredoms, Wings, Can, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Soulsonic Force, Lower 48, Altered Images, Joyce Sims, Reuben Wilson, The Gladiators, Selector Dub Narcotic, Y Pants, Lebanon Hanover, In Retrospect, Echo & the Bunnymen, Marshall Jefferson, The Martian, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, John Foxx, Adolescents, Harry Pussy, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, James Chance & The Contortions, Zapp, Traffic Nightmare, Pulsallama, The Trojans, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Tremeloes, Oneida, Qualms, UT, Sam Rivers, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Jesper Dahlback, Sällskapet, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)