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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.

All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Average White Band, Barry Ungar, Moss Icon, Ajijia Myrayebe, Crispian St. Peters, Roxette, Peter & Gordon, Circle Jerks, Strawberry Alarm Clock, The Vogues, FM Einheit, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Soulsonic Force, Michelle Simonal, Echo & the Bunnymen, Camberwell Now, The Alarm Clocks, Gastr Del Sol, Hashim, Whodini, New Order, London Community Gospel Choir, Warren Ellis, The Moody Blues, Piero Umiliani, Spandau Ballet, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Joyce Sims, The Victims, Porter Ricks, Gang of Four, Hoover, Fluxion, Country Teasers, Bobby Hutcherson, Kas Product, Rod Modell, Black Pus, Panda Bear, Sixth Finger, Newcleus, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Lee Hazlewood, X-102, Johnny Clarke, China Crisis, Ornette Coleman, Vaughan Mason & Crew, The Remains, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Sandy B, Bill Wells, Bad Manners, Funky Four + One, The Seeds, Kenny Larkin, Quadrant, Cymande, Banda Bassotti, Nik Kershaw, Tom Boy, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.

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)