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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.

All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Matthew Halsall, Derrick Morgan, Saccharine Trust, Mark Hollis, Matthew Bourne, Henry Cow, Circle Jerks, Skriet, The Pretty Things, The Chocolate Watch Band, Half Japanese, The Fuzztones, Girls At Our Best!, The Cramps, Darondo, Judy Mowatt, Black Pus, Dead Boys, The Invisible, cv313, Nation of Ulysses, New Order, The Monochrome Set, B.T. Express, The Human League, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Walker Brothers, Danielle Patucci, Fatback Band, The Music Machine, Erasure, Erykah Badu, Groovy Waters, Gang Starr, Absolute Body Control, The Star Department, The Cosmic Jokers, Hashim, Underground Resistance, a-ha, Cluster, Neu!, E-Dancer, MDC, Archie Shepp, Bauhaus, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The American Breed, London Community Gospel Choir, The Dead C, Bobby Byrd, The Shadows of Knight, The Wake, Soul II Soul, David Axelrod, Ponytail, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.

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)