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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.

All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Silicon Teens, Alice Coltrane, Jandek, The Doobie Brothers, Khruangbin, The Kinks, Bob Dylan, Spoonie Gee, the Human League, Skriet, Lucky Dragons, Ultramagnetic MC's, Throbbing Gristle, Tommy Roe, Danielle Patucci, Rhythm & Sound, Slick Rick, the Association, Jimmy McGriff, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Star Department, Moby Grape, Bobby Womack, Nirvana, Barrington Levy, Andrew Hill, Morten Harket, Kool Moe Dee, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Anakelly, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Rod Modell, Television, The Detroit Cobras, Gang Starr, Amazonics, Mo-Dettes, In Retrospect, Eric B and Rakim, Bill Near, R.M.O., Animal Collective, Tears for Fears, Todd Terry, Delon & Dalcan, Jeff Mills, Fad Gadget, Patti Smith, Robert Wyatt, Wings, Flamin' Groovies, Sight & Sound, Godley & Creme, Nas, Pylon, Dennis Brown, cv313, Bootsy Collins, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Cramps, Janne Schatter, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Neon Judgement, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.

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)