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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.

All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jesper Dahlbäck, Cal Tjader, Girls At Our Best!, DeepChord presents Echospace, 10cc, London Community Gospel Choir, Quantec, Cymande, Derrick Morgan, The Remains, Eyeless In Gaza, Freddie Wadling, Monks, The Detroit Cobras, Marvin Gaye, Popol Vuh, Sly & The Family Stone, Patti Smith, The Chocolate Watch Band, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, The Doors, The Divine Comedy, Barbara Tucker, Banda Bassotti, The Dead C, James Chance & The Contortions, Arcadia, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Crispian St. Peters, The Flesh Eaters, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Skatalites, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Erykah Badu, Byron Stingily, Reagan Youth, Fear, Robert Görl, The Searchers, Black Flag, Amon Düül, Thompson Twins, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Khruangbin, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Black Dice, Don Cherry, Skaos, Pagans, Porter Ricks, The Velvet Underground, Sun Ra, Joe Finger, Donny Hathaway, Ronan, T.S.O.L., New Age Steppers, Electric Prunes, The Litter, Bad Manners, Gregory Isaacs, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.

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)