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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.

All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

DeepChord presents Echospace, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Warsaw, Q and Not U, Niagra, Eden Ahbez, B.T. Express, Gian Franco Pienzio, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Lee Hazlewood, John Foxx, The Fugs, Moebius, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Radiopuhelimet, Aaron Thompson, John Holt, Gerry Rafferty, The Real Kids, X-102, Terry Callier, John Lydon, Brick, The Monks, The Victims, Soul Sonic Force, Anthony Braxton, Jacques Brel, Rites of Spring, The Motions, Public Enemy, Marine Girls, Warren Ellis, Ultimate Spinach, Pulsallama, Be Bop Deluxe, AZ, David McCallum, Khruangbin, Franke, Cymande, Con Funk Shun, Bob Dylan, Suburban Knight, Lalo Schifrin, Ludus, Danielle Patucci, Television Personalities, Eric Dolphy, Steve Hackett, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Yaz, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kings Of Tomorrow, Echo & the Bunnymen, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Barry Ungar, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.

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)