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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.

All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, ABC, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Lebanon Hanover, Stereo Dub, The Music Machine, Prince Buster, Aswad, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Cabaret Voltaire, Sunsets and Hearts, One Last Wish, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Buckinghams, Ralphi Rosario, Hasil Adkins, The Blackbyrds, The Leaves, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Crooked Eye, Pharoah Sanders, Dark Day, Larry & the Blue Notes, La Düsseldorf, Fifty Foot Hose, The Pretty Things, Alison Limerick, Soulsonic Force, Amazonics, Y Pants, cv313, James White and The Blacks, Joe Finger, CMW, Pylon, Lou Reed & John Cale, Stockholm Monsters, Motorama, Chris Corsano, Freddie Wadling, Man Parrish, KRS-One, Eric Copeland, Eurythmics, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Velvet Underground, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Funky Four + One, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Groovy Waters, Moss Icon, Blossom Toes, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Jeru the Damaja, Throbbing Gristle, Animal Collective, Jesper Dahlbäck, Symarip, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Graham Central Station, The Neon Judgement, Skriet, Aaron Thompson, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.

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)