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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.

All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sound Behaviour, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Pierre Henry, Nils Olav, Eyeless In Gaza, Janne Schatter, Fort Wilson Riot, Gong, Second Layer, Alton Ellis, Godley & Creme, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Erasure, ABBA, The Zeros, Outsiders, Scrapy, Al Stewart, The Move, The Electric Prunes, Soul Sonic Force, The Fortunes, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Ten City, The Motions, Tom Boy, Bobby Hutcherson, The Slackers, Ludus, Dorothy Ashby, Lightning Bolt, MC5, Fat Boys, Bang On A Can, Roxette, X-Ray Spex, kango's stein massive, Sister Nancy, James Chance & The Contortions, Average White Band, Eric Copeland, Ken Boothe, The Gories, Juan Atkins, Sparks, The Five Americans, the Germs, Magazine, Anakelly, Freddie Wadling, Agitation Free, The Remains, Colin Newman, Aswad, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Parry Music, Archie Shepp, Khruangbin, Todd Rundgren, Warren Ellis, Darondo, Stetsasonic, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.

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)