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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.

All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Lou Christie, Rhythm & Sound, The Smoke, The Saints, Roxette, The Dave Clark Five, Quadrant, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Animal Collective, Yusef Lateef, Simply Red, The Toasters, Danielle Patucci, Davy DMX, Pantytec, Sixth Finger, The Five Americans, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Urselle, the Swans, Anthony Braxton, EPMD, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Main Source, Rakim, The Durutti Column, Massinfluence, The Zeros, Letta Mbulu, AZ, Toni Rubio, Bobby Womack, Blake Baxter, Adolescents, The Vogues, Warren Ellis, Kerrie Biddell, The Modern Lovers, Tubeway Army, the Sonics, Brass Construction, The Golliwogs, The Kinks, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, La Düsseldorf, Gerry Rafferty, Ornette Coleman, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The Associates, The Tremeloes, Johnny Clarke, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Byron Stingily, Bush Tetras, The Skatalites, The Fall, Juan Atkins, Faraquet, The Busters, 48th St. Collective, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.

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)