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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.

All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Harmonia, In Retrospect, Jacques Brel, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Drexciya, Das Ding, Delta 5, Toni Rubio, John Holt, Blake Baxter, Sällskapet, Soul Sonic Force, the Soft Cell, DJ Style, Smog, Stetsasonic, Juan Atkins, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Procol Harum, Slave, The Cure, CMW, Ken Boothe, Von Mondo, Danielle Patucci, Kool Moe Dee, Darondo, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Bill Near, The Residents, Magma, Eric B and Rakim, Patti Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, UT, Section 25, Joyce Sims, Icehouse, T.S.O.L., The Smiths, Pierre Henry, Masters at Work, Ralphi Rosario, Pussy Galore, The Toasters, Siglo XX, Guru Guru, U.S. Maple, Half Japanese, Isaac Hayes, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Wings, T. Rex, 10cc, Leonard Cohen, New York Dolls, PIL, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Bizarre Inc., The Slackers, Black Bananas, Yazoo, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.

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)