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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.

All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Golliwogs, Model 500, Dawn Penn, Mandrill, Frankie Knuckles, Rod Modell, Swell Maps, Eli Mardock, Todd Rundgren, Dave Gahan, June of 44, Gil Scott Heron, Roxy Music, Lyres, Cecil Taylor, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Sound, Marmalade, The Gladiators, Saccharine Trust, Wings, the Soft Cell, Rites of Spring, Godley & Creme, The Shadows of Knight, Drive Like Jehu, Freddie Wadling, Marc Almond, Dorothy Ashby, Soulsonic Force, Marshall Jefferson, Monolake, The Happenings, John Holt, Livin' Joy, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Last Poets, Quantec, Black Bananas, Kayak, The Motions, Soft Cell, Joey Negro, John Foxx, Bang On A Can, Can, Cameo, Ituana, A Flock of Seagulls, This Heat, Marcia Griffiths, Boz Scaggs, Pole, Y Pants, Kool Moe Dee, Pere Ubu, Byron Stingily, Sex Pistols, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.

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)