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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.

All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Thompson Twins, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Names, The Last Poets, Barrington Levy, Lonnie Liston Smith, X-Ray Spex, Junior Murvin, The Golliwogs, John Cale, a-ha, The Human League, Rosa Yemen, Eddi Front, Letta Mbulu, Ornette Coleman, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Pretty Things, Niagra, Television, Scan 7, DJ Sneak, Intrusion, Wally Richardson, Peter & Gordon, Aswad, The Moody Blues, Bad Manners, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Public Image Ltd., Camouflage, The Selecter, Bootsy Collins, Nas, The Pop Group, the Association, Amon Düül II, The Durutti Column, Porter Ricks, Andrew Hill, Massinfluence, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Pharoah Sanders, MC5, The Mojo Men, Nirvana, Trumans Water, Mo-Dettes, T.S.O.L., PIL, Yellowson, Sandy B, Model 500, Yaz, Silicon Teens, Ten City, Skaos, The American Breed, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.

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)