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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.

All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kas Product, Jimmy McGriff, KRS-One, Duran Duran, The Residents, Average White Band, The Red Krayola, Joyce Sims, Public Image Ltd., The Royal Family And The Poor, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Bill Near, The Fall, Animal Collective, Carl Craig, Robert Wyatt, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Barclay James Harvest, Fluxion, Gregory Isaacs, Faust, Marine Girls, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Surgeon, MC5, Soul II Soul, Gichy Dan, Ohio Players, The Neon Judgement, Scan 7, Bobby Byrd, Matthew Halsall, The Flesh Eaters, Drive Like Jehu, Con Funk Shun, OOIOO, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Liliput, Ossler, Alison Limerick, The Blackbyrds, R.M.O., L. Decosne, The Monochrome Set, Al Stewart, Altered Images, Echospace, Blossom Toes, Zapp, DJ Sneak, Thompson Twins, Oppenheimer Analysis, Trumans Water, New York Dolls, Mandrill, Eric Copeland, Scratch Acid, James White and The Blacks, Stetsasonic, David Bowie, Don Cherry, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.

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)