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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 T. Rex 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.

All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Peter and Kerry, Alice Coltrane, The Moleskins, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The Fortunes, Electric Prunes, The Divine Comedy, Dead Boys, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Lightning Bolt, Harry Pussy, 10cc, The Vogues, Angry Samoans, Soft Machine, Black Pus, the Slits, China Crisis, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Royal Trux, Radiohead, Echo & the Bunnymen, Panda Bear, Althea and Donna, Toni Rubio, Marmalade, Easy Going, Grandmaster Flash, Rufus Thomas, Anthony Braxton, The Buckinghams, Kool Moe Dee, Ornette Coleman, Basic Channel, Sugar Minott, Juan Atkins, Simply Red, The American Breed, the Human League, Gang Gang Dance, Clear Light, Technova, Scrapy, cv313, Subhumans, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Janne Schatter, Q65, U.S. Maple, Deepchord, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Ituana, Aaron Thompson, E-Dancer, Wire, Joe Smooth, Kevin Saunderson, The J.B.'s, The Music Machine, Kas Product, Radio Birdman, Quadrant, Spoonie Gee, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.

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)