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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.

All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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 Max Romeo record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

John Holt, Schoolly D, Khruangbin, Ronnie Foster, X-101, Soul Sonic Force, the Slits, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Hoover, Grey Daturas, Theoretical Girls, Avey Tare, Juan Atkins, Hasil Adkins, Pulsallama, The Fire Engines, Lonnie Liston Smith, Fela Kuti, The Mighty Diamonds, Crash Course in Science, Deepchord, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Camberwell Now, Quadrant, Nation of Ulysses, AZ, Saccharine Trust, Desert Stars, The Motions, Frankie Knuckles, Jawbox, The Litter, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, LL Cool J, The Divine Comedy, Lindisfarne, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Ossler, Wire, Depeche Mode, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Nick Fraelich, Pussy Galore, The Move, Monolake, Cal Tjader, Sound Behaviour, Ornette Coleman, The Modern Lovers, Eddi Front, Intrusion, Michelle Simonal, Amazonics, Glambeats Corp., Little Man, Donald Byrd, Model 500, The Remains, Motorama, Ponytail, Freddie Wadling, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.

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)