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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.

All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Minor Threat, Country Teasers, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Cabaret Voltaire, Eddi Front, Godley & Creme, Rhythm & Sound, Eyeless In Gaza, Lou Reed & John Cale, Grandmaster Flash, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Human League, the Fania All-Stars, Sonic Youth, Jerry's Kids, Aswad, The Index, The Move, Sam Rivers, Rosa Yemen, Robert Wyatt, Kango’s Stein Massive, Cluster, Gang of Four, Panda Bear, Dennis Brown, Joe Smooth, Michelle Simonal, Oblivians, a-ha, The Star Department, Circle Jerks, Black Sheep, The Gladiators, Bobby Byrd, Ronan, Basic Channel, Joensuu 1685, Drexciya, Oneida, Whodini, A Flock of Seagulls, Tommy Roe, Yazoo, The Motions, Rod Modell, Slick Rick, Peter & Gordon, Scratch Acid, The American Breed, Altered Images, Scion, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Los Fastidios, Kevin Saunderson, Marine Girls, The Victims, Robert Görl, Babytalk, The Saints, Josef K, Funky Four + One, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.

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)