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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.

All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Depeche Mode, Boz Scaggs, The Dave Clark Five, La Düsseldorf, Eyeless In Gaza, Oppenheimer Analysis, Flash Fearless, The Raincoats, The Birthday Party, Gregory Isaacs, Byron Stingily, Reagan Youth, Soft Cell, Tears for Fears, Panda Bear, The Pretty Things, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Boogie Down Productions, Throbbing Gristle, Cal Tjader, Visage, H. Thieme, Easy Going, Public Image Ltd., Siouxsie and the Banshees, Gichy Dan, Hoover, Dennis Brown, Little Man, Henry Cow, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Hashim, Darondo, Kurtis Blow, 48th St. Collective, The Toasters, Robert Görl, Loose Ends, the Germs, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, 8 Eyed Spy, Wire, Sällskapet, The J.B.'s, Quando Quango, Dual Sessions, the Fania All-Stars, Man Eating Sloth, Piero Umiliani, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Gong, The Standells, Jacob Miller, Hardrive, The Monks, Technova, Grauzone, FM Einheit, The Real Kids, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.

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)