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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.

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

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Stooges, Goldenarms, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Rotary Connection, The Zeros, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Fall, Throbbing Gristle, Sparks, The Red Krayola, Thompson Twins, Roxy Music, Wasted Youth, Cybotron, Rufus Thomas, Steve Hackett, Bobby Womack, The Fortunes, Rod Modell, Blossom Toes, Eden Ahbez, DNA, Kango’s Stein Massive, Scott Walker, Model 500, The Gladiators, Scratch Acid, Pharoah Sanders, Schoolly D, Soulsonic Force, The Residents, Warsaw, Lalann, Graham Central Station, Rites of Spring, Scion, Rhythm & Sound, Al Stewart, Hardrive, The Sound, Boz Scaggs, Flamin' Groovies, Avey Tare, The Chocolate Watch Band, Jawbox, Sonny Sharrock, Accadde A, Basic Channel, Be Bop Deluxe, Archie Shepp, Q65, Nation of Ulysses, the Bar-Kays, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, London Community Gospel Choir, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gerry Rafferty, Siglo XX, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, World's Most, Sun City Girls, Altered Images, Ronan, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.

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)