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 Calgary.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.

All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Dark Day, Sister Nancy, Joy Division, Public Image Ltd., Barclay James Harvest, Glenn Branca, The Moleskins, The Toasters, The Dead C, Rhythm & Sound, Scan 7, Camberwell Now, Gang Green, Index, Adolescents, Yazoo, Toni Rubio, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Robert Hood, Half Japanese, Clear Light, Radio Birdman, Aaron Thompson, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Cameo, Morten Harket, Mad Mike, 48th St. Collective, H. Thieme, The Fire Engines, The Motions, Qualms, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Brand Nubian, Ronan, Gregory Isaacs, The Music Machine, Newcleus, Joe Finger, The Index, FM Einheit, Livin' Joy, Arab on Radar, Jerry's Kids, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Albert Ayler, Roxette, Charles Mingus, Symarip, La Düsseldorf, Tom Boy, Monolake, The Pop Group, Lou Reed & John Cale, Be Bop Deluxe, Soul Sonic Force, UT, Make Up, Maleditus Sound, Zero Boys, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)