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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.

All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

La Düsseldorf, The Dirtbombs, Thompson Twins, Wasted Youth, Zero Boys, Kaleidoscope, Marmalade, Funky Four + One, Kurtis Blow, Kerri Chandler, Lalann, Tres Demented, the Human League, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Mad Mike, DeepChord presents Echospace, K-Klass, Slick Rick, The Moleskins, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Eric Copeland, CMW, Unrelated Segments, Main Source, Be Bop Deluxe, Mandrill, Mark Hollis, Excepter, The Human League, Qualms, Boogie Down Productions, Kool Moe Dee, Duran Duran, Thee Headcoats, Tim Buckley, Outsiders, ABBA, Rites of Spring, Quadrant, Crooked Eye, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Kango’s Stein Massive, Oppenheimer Analysis, Godley & Creme, B.T. Express, Girls At Our Best!, Nik Kershaw, Sly & The Family Stone, Steve Hackett, Zapp, Wire, The Sisters of Mercy, Gang of Four, James White and The Blacks, China Crisis, The Alarm Clocks, Chris Corsano, Iggy Pop, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.

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)