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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.

All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Eric Dolphy, Joy Division, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Arab on Radar, Underground Resistance, The Fuzztones, Drive Like Jehu, The Raincoats, Davy DMX, Dual Sessions, Agent Orange, The Searchers, Tropical Tobacco, Larry & the Blue Notes, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Pretty Things, John Holt, The Busters, The Associates, Electric Prunes, The Skatalites, Kaleidoscope, Marine Girls, Michelle Simonal, The Gap Band, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Talk Talk, Marcia Griffiths, Barbara Tucker, Nico, Aswad, The Victims, Thompson Twins, Camouflage, Peter & Gordon, Lightning Bolt, Public Image Ltd., Eric B and Rakim, Hot Snakes, Man Parrish, The Slackers, Byron Stingily, Black Pus, Soul II Soul, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Man Eating Sloth, Easy Going, Tomorrow, Joe Smooth, Soulsonic Force, Leonard Cohen, Ten City, The Blackbyrds, Stetsasonic, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, LL Cool J, The Gun Club, Gichy Dan, Fluxion, Skarface, Wire, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.

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)