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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.

All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Drexciya, Royal Trux, Ludus, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Lungfish, Das Ding, Arab on Radar, The Sisters of Mercy, Marmalade, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, AZ, Soul Sonic Force, Al Stewart, John Foxx, Camberwell Now, Urselle, JFA, Interpol, the Human League, Oneida, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The Moody Blues, U.S. Maple, Youth Brigade, Jesper Dahlbäck, Brick, Grey Daturas, Essential Logic, The Dave Clark Five, Alphaville, Brand Nubian, Main Source, Throbbing Gristle, Rod Modell, Hot Snakes, Archie Shepp, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Be Bop Deluxe, Ituana, Laurel Aitken, Groovy Waters, The New Christs, Outsiders, Q and Not U, Aloha Tigers, Skaos, The Cure, The Count Five, Thee Headcoats, Kenny Larkin, These Immortal Souls, the Germs, Qualms, Tommy Roe, Section 25, The Fall, Eric Copeland, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Severed Heads, The Velvet Underground, Gang Green, The Knickerbockers, Sandy B, Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.

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)