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 Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.

All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nation of Ulysses, Cal Tjader, Moebius, Little Man, The Index, Fatback Band, Henry Cow, Swell Maps, Erykah Badu, Zero Boys, Eric Dolphy, Talk Talk, Main Source, Carl Craig, Moss Icon, Dual Sessions, Brothers Johnson, Brass Construction, FM Einheit, Boredoms, The Dave Clark Five, John Holt, The Shadows of Knight, Flipper, UT, Sound Behaviour, Ken Boothe, Electric Light Orchestra, Todd Rundgren, Erasure, Stetsasonic, The Mummies, It's A Beautiful Day, Q65, The Pop Group, Jesper Dahlback, Andrew Hill, Joensuu 1685, Marvin Gaye, Bobby Hutcherson, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Mary Jane Girls, The Doobie Brothers, Neil Young, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Lakeside, T. Rex, Vladislav Delay, Yusef Lateef, D'Angelo, Suicide, Arcadia, Piero Umiliani, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Nico, Danielle Patucci, Tubeway Army, Lucky Dragons, Saccharine Trust, Bootsy's Rubber Band, F. McDonald, Camouflage, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.

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)