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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.

All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Japan, Blancmange, Underground Resistance, Lou Reed, The Moody Blues, Minor Threat, Scott Walker, Altered Images, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Swans, the Swans, Skaos, Stockholm Monsters, Connie Case, a-ha, Faust, Hoover, Bush Tetras, Man Parrish, Yaz, Circle Jerks, The Litter, The Blackbyrds, The Moleskins, The Move, Lou Reed & Metallica, UT, Bobby Womack, The Slits, Brick, The Cowsills, Mr. Review, The Detroit Cobras, Ajijia Myrayebe, Carl Craig, Rakim, The Birthday Party, Angry Samoans, Organ, Bronski Beat, London Community Gospel Choir, Jimmy McGriff, Warsaw, Sonic Youth, Dual Sessions, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Sexual Harrassment, the Bar-Kays, The Pretty Things, Heavy D & The Boyz, DJ Style, Dennis Brown, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Amazonics, Audionom, Mary Jane Girls, Barbara Tucker, Gabor Szabo, The Vogues, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Smiths, X-Ray Spex, The Fall, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.

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)