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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.

All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

FM Einheit, OOIOO, Eyeless In Gaza, Yellowson, Quadrant, Ponytail, The Royal Family And The Poor, Shoche, Fear, Traffic Nightmare, Big Daddy Kane, Fluxion, Patti Smith, Kango’s Stein Massive, Moss Icon, Mad Mike, X-Ray Spex, The Barracudas, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Crime, Moebius, Quando Quango, Arcadia, The Knickerbockers, Suicide, Accadde A, MC5, Barbara Tucker, The Slackers, The Golliwogs, Sunsets and Hearts, Sun Ra, Lee Hazlewood, Intrusion, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Niagra, Bush Tetras, Barry Ungar, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Sly & The Family Stone, James Chance & The Contortions, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Television Personalities, Boogie Down Productions, Absolute Body Control, Ajijia Myrayebe, DNA, The Music Machine, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Country Teasers, Lucky Dragons, Kerri Chandler, Mark Hollis, Jeff Mills, Cabaret Voltaire, Roger Hodgson, Public Image Ltd., These Immortal Souls, Bobbi Humphrey, Babytalk, Rod Modell, Pantytec, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.

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)