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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.

All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Janne Schatter, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Gerry Rafferty, Connie Case, Wasted Youth, Chris & Cosey, The Sonics, The Monks, Lonnie Liston Smith, Aloha Tigers, The Dirtbombs, Nico, Suicide, DNA, Scan 7, The Doors, Essential Logic, Anakelly, Soft Machine, Funky Four + One, The Gun Club, Metal Thangz, Eli Mardock, The Toasters, Jerry Gold Smith, June of 44, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Television, Cybotron, The Five Americans, Magazine, The Pop Group, Porter Ricks, The Star Department, Duran Duran, Bluetip, Mark Hollis, Archie Shepp, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Pretty Things, Shoche, The Buckinghams, Carl Craig, Cluster, Crispian St. Peters, Marc Almond, Slick Rick, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Half Japanese, Kango’s Stein Massive, Roxette, The Walker Brothers, Drexciya, Swell Maps, Joey Negro, the Swans, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Reuben Wilson, Erykah Badu, Rapeman, Guru Guru, Yellowson, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.

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)