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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.

All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

the Human League, The Evens, Sly & The Family Stone, Deakin, Pierre Henry, Mad Mike, The Standells, The Raincoats, The Names, U.S. Maple, Leonard Cohen, Mantronix, The Wake, Laurel Aitken, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Throbbing Gristle, Judy Mowatt, Minor Threat, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Kool Moe Dee, ABC, Chris Corsano, Nik Kershaw, The Blackbyrds, Lucky Dragons, Zapp, Tim Buckley, Minny Pops, The Detroit Cobras, Cameo, Godley & Creme, Rekid, MC5, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Freddie Wadling, Duran Duran, The Knickerbockers, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, June of 44, The Sonics, Lalann, Drive Like Jehu, Matthew Bourne, Jeru the Damaja, Joey Negro, Rod Modell, The Smiths, Jesper Dahlback, Yusef Lateef, Jacob Miller, Kayak, Sun City Girls, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Bill Near, Frankie Knuckles, The Red Krayola, The Count Five, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Gian Franco Pienzio, Mark Hollis, Country Teasers, Technova, Kenny Larkin, The Divine Comedy, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.

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)