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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.

All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Count Five, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Eurythmics, The Invisible, Boz Scaggs, The Slits, The Young Rascals, Unwound, Y Pants, The Offenders, Siouxsie and the Banshees, X-102, Skaos, Matthew Bourne, Eric B and Rakim, Barclay James Harvest, Mo-Dettes, Young Marble Giants, Ultramagnetic MC's, Robert Görl, Television, DeepChord presents Echospace, Sandy B, The Doobie Brothers, Amon Düül II, Louis and Bebe Barron, Skriet, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Matthew Halsall, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Crooked Eye, Bush Tetras, Mars, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, The Mummies, Kerrie Biddell, Todd Rundgren, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Technova, Hasil Adkins, Nico, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Five Americans, Alison Limerick, The Pretty Things, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Judy Mowatt, Maleditus Sound, Faraquet, Rod Modell, 10cc, Mantronix, Jimmy McGriff, DJ Style, kango's stein massive, The Divine Comedy, Sexual Harrassment, Masters at Work, Mad Mike, Q and Not U, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.

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)