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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.

All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Minnie Riperton, Charles Mingus, Mandrill, Electric Light Orchestra, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Wake, Wally Richardson, Darondo, Eddi Front, Tears for Fears, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Radiohead, Arcadia, Excepter, the Germs, Anakelly, Blancmange, Fad Gadget, Bobbi Humphrey, Aloha Tigers, The Music Machine, The Names, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Kaleidoscope, 10cc, Theoretical Girls, MC5, Piero Umiliani, Rotary Connection, The Grass Roots, The Birthday Party, The Motions, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, cv313, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Moleskins, Peter & Gordon, The Royal Family And The Poor, Sixth Finger, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Nick Fraelich, Scratch Acid, Junior Murvin, ABBA, Brick, Cal Tjader, Ash Ra Tempel, Mantronix, Rakim, kango's stein massive, the Association, The Slackers, The Chocolate Watch Band, Pantytec, Dennis Brown, The Cure, The Mojo Men, Harmonia, The Fugs, Hasil Adkins, The Gap Band, Babytalk, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.

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)