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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.

All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Soul Sonic Force, The Skatalites, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Mary Jane Girls, Con Funk Shun, Cymande, Scion, The Barracudas, The Zeros, DeepChord presents Echospace, Country Teasers, Pharoah Sanders, Susan Cadogan, Kerri Chandler, Pylon, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Pet Shop Boys, DJ Sneak, Lyres, Mantronix, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Frankie Knuckles, Hasil Adkins, Boz Scaggs, The Shadows of Knight, The Electric Prunes, Camouflage, David Bowie, PIL, Los Fastidios, The Fire Engines, Morten Harket, Neil Young, Rhythm & Sound, Inner City, Gichy Dan, Talk Talk, Chris Corsano, CMW, Arthur Verocai, Soft Cell, Siglo XX, Swell Maps, Blake Baxter, Stereo Dub, The Real Kids, The Smoke, Mo-Dettes, Arcadia, Pole, The Toasters, Juan Atkins, Ten City, Henry Cow, Andrew Hill, Laurel Aitken, Sun Ra, T. Rex, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.

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)