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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Sparks 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.

All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Erasure, Absolute Body Control, Lou Reed, Chris Corsano, Electric Light Orchestra, Sugar Minott, The Birthday Party, The Red Krayola, Subhumans, Ronnie Foster, Eli Mardock, Fluxion, The Real Kids, Crispian St. Peters, Scion, Bill Near, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Adolescents, Can, Sad Lovers and Giants, These Immortal Souls, Marcia Griffiths, Anthony Braxton, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Radiohead, Intrusion, DJ Sneak, Kurtis Blow, Goldenarms, Kerrie Biddell, Junior Murvin, Rhythim Is Rhythim, This Heat, Public Enemy, Bang On A Can, Grauzone, Suicide, Fear, Oblivians, Rufus Thomas, A Flock of Seagulls, Delon & Dalcan, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Barry Ungar, Rekid, Banda Bassotti, Archie Shepp, Roy Ayers, Flamin' Groovies, Theoretical Girls, The Wake, E-Dancer, Sunsets and Hearts, Nils Olav, Bootsy Collins, Siglo XX, Cabaret Voltaire, Boogie Down Productions, Heavy D & The Boyz, a-ha, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.

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)