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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.

All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

UT, Nation of Ulysses, Gang Starr, Cal Tjader, Fluxion, Wally Richardson, Gang of Four, U.S. Maple, Darondo, The Doobie Brothers, The Associates, Al Stewart, Drive Like Jehu, Bill Wells, Technova, Jesper Dahlbäck, the Germs, Jandek, Bizarre Inc., Unrelated Segments, New Age Steppers, Lou Reed & Metallica, Deadbeat, Nils Olav, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Oppenheimer Analysis, Infiniti, Neu!, The Selecter, Nik Kershaw, Amazonics, EPMD, Siglo XX, T. Rex, Outsiders, Eric Dolphy, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Bobby Byrd, Bluetip, New York Dolls, Juan Atkins, Michelle Simonal, The Gories, Electric Light Orchestra, Tom Boy, X-102, Ludus, Jeru the Damaja, cv313, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Mummies, The Litter, Moebius, Oneida, the Fania All-Stars, Mark Hollis, Zapp, Donny Hathaway, Chrome, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.

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)