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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.

All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Television Personalities, Zero Boys, Aloha Tigers, Groovy Waters, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Joe Finger, The Fuzztones, Tim Buckley, Bobby Hutcherson, Con Funk Shun, 8 Eyed Spy, Sixth Finger, Model 500, Stereo Dub, Skriet, Flipper, The Remains, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Josef K, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Parry Music, The Mighty Diamonds, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Camouflage, The Searchers, The Happenings, Bizarre Inc., The Misunderstood, Rakim, the Association, Cameo, Man Parrish, Alison Limerick, Popol Vuh, Gang Green, Oppenheimer Analysis, Black Flag, Terrestrial Tones, Ten City, Eric B and Rakim, Pierre Henry, Wolf Eyes, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Kerri Chandler, H. Thieme, Babytalk, Bobbi Humphrey, Kerrie Biddell, EPMD, Grey Daturas, KRS-One, Hoover, Rekid, John Holt, Eli Mardock, Gabor Szabo, The Shadows of Knight, Bush Tetras, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.

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)