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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.

All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

It's A Beautiful Day, Derrick May, Eli Mardock, Toni Rubio, Echospace, Organ, the Soft Cell, Sparks, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Vogues, Kevin Saunderson, Parry Music, Beasts of Bourbon, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Stiv Bators, Reuben Wilson, New York Dolls, Amon Düül II, Althea and Donna, Deadbeat, Gerry Rafferty, The Mojo Men, La Düsseldorf, The Slackers, Tom Boy, The Black Dice, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Smoke, the Fania All-Stars, Lalo Schifrin, Khruangbin, Half Japanese, Minny Pops, James White and The Blacks, Thompson Twins, Livin' Joy, Pylon, Faraquet, Michelle Simonal, Lucky Dragons, Johnny Osbourne, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Model 500, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sight & Sound, Con Funk Shun, The Evens, Johnny Clarke, Arthur Verocai, Severed Heads, Cecil Taylor, Harmonia, The Misunderstood, Blake Baxter, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Index, James Chance & The Contortions, Sun Ra, The Motions, Visage, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.

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)