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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.

All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Swell Maps, F. McDonald, Lindisfarne, The Trojans, David Axelrod, Sun Ra, D'Angelo, Junior Murvin, PIL, One Last Wish, Scientists, Eurythmics, Eli Mardock, Loose Ends, the Normal, Bronski Beat, Cameo, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Minnie Riperton, LL Cool J, Skarface, Pussy Galore, Rufus Thomas, Visage, Lalo Schifrin, Gregory Isaacs, Popol Vuh, The Young Rascals, Agitation Free, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Cure, Wally Richardson, Second Layer, Lucky Dragons, Harmonia, R.M.O., Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Standells, Stetsasonic, Jeff Mills, Gastr Del Sol, Stiv Bators, Aural Exciters, The Mojo Men, Easy Going, Ohio Players, Roxy Music, Country Joe & The Fish, Rotary Connection, Lightning Bolt, The Walker Brothers, The Gap Band, Silicon Teens, Basic Channel, Gang Green, Boredoms, Gerry Rafferty, Lou Reed, The Happenings, Davy DMX, Amon Düül II, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.

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)