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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.

All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Second Layer, Tres Demented, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Livin' Joy, Toni Rubio, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Cal Tjader, Technova, Bobby Byrd, Trumans Water, the Human League, New Order, Howard Jones, Wings, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Royal Trux, Circle Jerks, Kool Moe Dee, Juan Atkins, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Gian Franco Pienzio, The Electric Prunes, The Doors, Ornette Coleman, Jeff Mills, Wasted Youth, Yusef Lateef, Lonnie Liston Smith, Blossom Toes, Pere Ubu, Mad Mike, The Blackbyrds, Joensuu 1685, Camouflage, Echospace, Sparks, Shuggie Otis, X-Ray Spex, Mars, Jimmy McGriff, The Birthday Party, The Barracudas, Reagan Youth, The Dead C, Junior Murvin, The Alarm Clocks, Joy Division, Eric Copeland, Man Parrish, The Doobie Brothers, Dorothy Ashby, Cameo, Rotary Connection, Patti Smith, Echo & the Bunnymen, DJ Sneak, Donny Hathaway, Gang Gang Dance, The Monochrome Set, Big Daddy Kane, Todd Rundgren, Cecil Taylor, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.

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)