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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.

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

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Arab on Radar, The Cure, The Gladiators, Blossom Toes, Anakelly, L. Decosne, Pole, AZ, World's Most, Boredoms, Scientists, Clear Light, the Sonics, Oneida, Pussy Galore, Archie Shepp, Bizarre Inc., The Neon Judgement, Lightning Bolt, Max Romeo, Cheater Slicks, The Monochrome Set, Kool Moe Dee, Talk Talk, Jesper Dahlback, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Outsiders, The Sonics, Hashim, The Slackers, Ronnie Foster, Rites of Spring, Parry Music, Frankie Knuckles, Icehouse, Kenny Larkin, Subhumans, Fifty Foot Hose, Joy Division, Jeru the Damaja, Delta 5, Television, Henry Cow, New Age Steppers, Crispy Ambulance, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Neu!, Hot Snakes, Metal Thangz, Fela Kuti, Bobbi Humphrey, The Star Department, Electric Prunes, Delon & Dalcan, Jerry's Kids, The Cowsills, Q65, Symarip, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.

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)