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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.

All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Whodini, Alison Limerick, DeepChord presents Echospace, KRS-One, Rekid, Boredoms, the Swans, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Cosmic Jokers, Janne Schatter, H. Thieme, Andrew Hill, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, DJ Sneak, Newcleus, Gang Gang Dance, Michelle Simonal, The Electric Prunes, The Gladiators, Goldenarms, Lebanon Hanover, Quando Quango, Fad Gadget, Pet Shop Boys, Skarface, Kenny Larkin, Nico, Sixth Finger, Fluxion, Lyres, Vainqueur, Thee Headcoats, Rhythm & Sound, Slick Rick, Brass Construction, Television Personalities, Harpers Bizarre, Nick Fraelich, Anthony Braxton, David McCallum, The Dave Clark Five, The Happenings, Lou Reed & Metallica, Yusef Lateef, Lindisfarne, Silicon Teens, Shuggie Otis, Joey Negro, Cymande, Carl Craig, Adolescents, Minnie Riperton, JFA, The Gories, Fort Wilson Riot, Mission of Burma, Faraquet, The Red Krayola, Big Daddy Kane, X-101, Scan 7, Eyeless In Gaza, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.

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)