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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.

All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Grass Roots, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Crispian St. Peters, Saccharine Trust, Dennis Brown, A Flock of Seagulls, Sight & Sound, Robert Görl, Echo & the Bunnymen, Junior Murvin, Girls At Our Best!, Althea and Donna, Sun Ra, Deadbeat, X-102, Fluxion, Outsiders, Gang Starr, Cymande, Rufus Thomas, The Fortunes, LL Cool J, B.T. Express, Surgeon, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Anakelly, Spoonie Gee, Zapp, The Doors, Ultravox, The Raincoats, Magma, Black Sheep, AZ, Q65, Amon Düül, Nirvana, a-ha, Ajijia Myrayebe, MDC, Kango’s Stein Massive, Lindisfarne, Minutemen, Zero Boys, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Aaron Thompson, Agitation Free, Oneida, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Star Department, The Names, Porter Ricks, Kurtis Blow, Cheater Slicks, Second Layer, Kenny Larkin, Soul II Soul, Lou Christie, Electric Prunes, Gastr Del Sol, Bauhaus, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.

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)