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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.

All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bizarre Inc., Erasure, Peter & Gordon, June Days, Flipper, F. McDonald, Maurizio, Bauhaus, Lou Christie, Peter and Kerry, Rod Modell, Gabor Szabo, The Techniques, The Sound, Minor Threat, Drexciya, Pharoah Sanders, Tubeway Army, X-Ray Spex, Kas Product, Gerry Rafferty, The Pretty Things, Cecil Taylor, Livin' Joy, The Beau Brummels, the Slits, The Neon Judgement, Dennis Brown, Mark Hollis, Masters at Work, D'Angelo, Anakelly, Siglo XX, The Royal Family And The Poor, Ronan, Supertramp, Jawbox, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Cluster, the Bar-Kays, Monolake, Hasil Adkins, Louis and Bebe Barron, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Sisters of Mercy, Groovy Waters, Fifty Foot Hose, Nico, Blake Baxter, Danielle Patucci, Scientists, Pere Ubu, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Carl Craig, Pantytec, Yusef Lateef, The Fuzztones, The Star Department, Bluetip, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.

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)