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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.

All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Aaron Thompson, Theoretical Girls, The Toasters, DJ Sneak, Kas Product, The Skatalites, Crispy Ambulance, Altered Images, Fugazi, The Velvet Underground, Pussy Galore, Index, Mark Hollis, Lindisfarne, Sister Nancy, DeepChord presents Echospace, Lightning Bolt, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, This Heat, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Electric Prunes, Masters at Work, Eric B and Rakim, Gerry Rafferty, Gian Franco Pienzio, Television, Bizarre Inc., Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Durutti Column, Deadbeat, Joey Negro, L. Decosne, Bobbi Humphrey, The Flesh Eaters, The Techniques, the Normal, Country Joe & The Fish, Glenn Branca, Bootsy's Rubber Band, The Five Americans, Pylon, The Happenings, Crooked Eye, The Knickerbockers, Monks, Alphaville, The Mighty Diamonds, Guru Guru, Circle Jerks, Todd Terry, Scan 7, Scratch Acid, The Birthday Party, The Sonics, The Moody Blues, R.M.O., Cheater Slicks, Joe Finger, Swell Maps, Nirvana, Grauzone, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.

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)