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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.

All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Shoche, Camouflage, 48th St. Collective, Mars, Rapeman, Urselle, Stetsasonic, Sällskapet, The Sonics, Negative Approach, Bobby Byrd, The Velvet Underground, Eli Mardock, The Sound, Matthew Halsall, The Smoke, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Surgeon, Don Cherry, The Searchers, Hashim, Monolake, Metal Thangz, Lebanon Hanover, Avey Tare, Lungfish, Dual Sessions, Oneida, The Fugs, Terry Callier, Alton Ellis, Tubeway Army, Faust, Marshall Jefferson, James Chance & The Contortions, The Invisible, Outsiders, The Durutti Column, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Doors, Steve Hackett, Jesper Dahlback, Connie Case, The Vogues, Boz Scaggs, Skarface, Lou Reed & Metallica, Q and Not U, Sonic Youth, Panda Bear, Gang Starr, Nik Kershaw, The Slackers, Sunsets and Hearts, The Kinks, Au Pairs, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.

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)