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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.

All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Men They Couldn't Hang, Pharoah Sanders, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Avey Tare, The J.B.'s, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Toasters, Pere Ubu, Joy Division, The Saints, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Wake, Jacques Brel, Au Pairs, Lonnie Liston Smith, Jeff Mills, The Kinks, AZ, Derrick Morgan, Young Marble Giants, Sound Behaviour, Little Man, Stiv Bators, Bobby Womack, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Human League, Kas Product, Unrelated Segments, Vainqueur, Wolf Eyes, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Grass Roots, John Holt, Ash Ra Tempel, Bootsy Collins, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Black Sheep, Altered Images, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Spoonie Gee, The Monochrome Set, The Stooges, Cybotron, Don Cherry, Alison Limerick, Neil Young, The Monks, Youth Brigade, Half Japanese, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Ultra Naté, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Invisible, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Donald Byrd, The Sonics, Patti Smith, James White and The Blacks, Can, Sonic Youth, 10cc, R.M.O., Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.

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)