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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.

All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Hoover, Archie Shepp, Bobby Sherman, Index, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Rod Modell, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Dorothy Ashby, Pulsallama, Slick Rick, Surgeon, Trumans Water, Colin Newman, The Zeros, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Ultimate Spinach, Cecil Taylor, Television, James White and The Blacks, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Half Japanese, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Crime, Bobbi Humphrey, Pole, Althea and Donna, Schoolly D, Tomorrow, Lightning Bolt, L. Decosne, The Durutti Column, Kevin Saunderson, DeepChord presents Echospace, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Graham Central Station, Ludus, Y Pants, Goldenarms, Swell Maps, Motorama, Alice Coltrane, Lee Hazlewood, The Index, Curtis Mayfield, The Slackers, Aswad, Spandau Ballet, Fear, Excepter, Lakeside, DJ Sneak, Chris Corsano, Symarip, Wasted Youth, Danielle Patucci, 10cc, Soul Sonic Force, The Offenders, MC5, Scientists, Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.

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)