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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.

All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Lakeside, Section 25, Max Romeo, Sunsets and Hearts, Lindisfarne, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Dual Sessions, Mr. Review, Theoretical Girls, Throbbing Gristle, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Names, Massinfluence, Gang Gang Dance, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Anakelly, Patti Smith, Eden Ahbez, Tres Demented, Symarip, Jeru the Damaja, Ultravox, Basic Channel, Eddi Front, The Gun Club, Slick Rick, Schoolly D, the Association, 8 Eyed Spy, Matthew Bourne, Tears for Fears, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Moleskins, Rod Modell, The Dead C, Gichy Dan, Radiohead, Tim Buckley, The Electric Prunes, a-ha, Charles Mingus, Banda Bassotti, Harpers Bizarre, Minnie Riperton, Kool Moe Dee, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Junior Murvin, Country Joe & The Fish, Q65, Glambeats Corp., The Seeds, Bob Dylan, Khruangbin, Drive Like Jehu, Howard Jones, Matthew Halsall, The Blackbyrds, Gastr Del Sol, Eric Copeland, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.

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)