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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.

All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Groovy Waters, Frankie Knuckles, DeepChord presents Echospace, David Bowie, Tom Boy, The Sound, It's A Beautiful Day, Ronan, Lalo Schifrin, Eurythmics, Delon & Dalcan, The Standells, Inner City, Stetsasonic, Duran Duran, Sun City Girls, X-Ray Spex, Shuggie Otis, The Divine Comedy, Livin' Joy, Sam Rivers, The Offenders, Brand Nubian, Erykah Badu, The Red Krayola, David McCallum, Kerrie Biddell, The Raincoats, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Dave Clark Five, Wolf Eyes, Eve St. Jones, Leonard Cohen, Grandmaster Flash, Eli Mardock, Urselle, Kas Product, Saccharine Trust, Marcia Griffiths, Funky Four + One, X-102, Bootsy Collins, The Last Poets, Letta Mbulu, Bobbi Humphrey, Gian Franco Pienzio, Chris & Cosey, The Royal Family And The Poor, Sunsets and Hearts, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Japan, Deepchord, Flamin' Groovies, Zero Boys, Royal Trux, Kayak, Stereo Dub, The Fall, Ornette Coleman, Organ, Liaisons Dangereuses, R.M.O., Technova, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.

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)