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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.

All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Massinfluence, Kevin Saunderson, Technova, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, the Human League, Lucky Dragons, Negative Approach, Von Mondo, Magma, Circle Jerks, ABC, Darondo, Stiv Bators, World's Most, Brick, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Raincoats, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, KRS-One, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Donald Byrd, Sonic Youth, The Fortunes, Gang Gang Dance, Fela Kuti, Young Marble Giants, Slick Rick, Nils Olav, Eurythmics, Soft Cell, Idris Muhammad, Marvin Gaye, Traffic Nightmare, Outsiders, Sarah Menescal, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Audionom, Adolescents, Model 500, Ash Ra Tempel, Icehouse, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Eric B and Rakim, June of 44, Bizarre Inc., Lindisfarne, Scion, Youth Brigade, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Black Moon, Duran Duran, Ultimate Spinach, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Dennis Brown, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Toni Rubio, Vaughan Mason & Crew, A Flock of Seagulls, This Heat, Supertramp, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.

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)