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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.

All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Blackbyrds, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Kas Product, The Trojans, Scrapy, UT, Jandek, Gian Franco Pienzio, MC5, Tres Demented, The Slackers, Make Up, Eric Copeland, The Names, Wally Richardson, Siglo XX, Liliput, Sun Ra Arkestra, Index, Henry Cow, Gastr Del Sol, Barrington Levy, Jeff Mills, Black Sheep, Deakin, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Inner City, Ronnie Foster, Adolescents, Crispy Ambulance, Ralphi Rosario, Desert Stars, Max Romeo, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Faraquet, DeepChord presents Echospace, Sight & Sound, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Dorothy Ashby, Grey Daturas, Procol Harum, The Velvet Underground, Black Flag, The Skatalites, Jawbox, Donny Hathaway, Derrick Morgan, Patti Smith, Black Bananas, Aaron Thompson, The Saints, The Martian, The Moleskins, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Piero Umiliani, Nas, Gabor Szabo, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.

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)