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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.

All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

FM Einheit, The United States of America, The Doobie Brothers, Isaac Hayes, Deadbeat, The Searchers, Graham Central Station, Sound Behaviour, Buzzcocks, Janne Schatter, Roy Ayers, Faraquet, Sun City Girls, A Certain Ratio, Das Ding, The Leaves, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Nick Fraelich, Scrapy, Stockholm Monsters, Laurel Aitken, Danielle Patucci, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Faust, Arthur Verocai, Animal Collective, The Doors, Alphaville, The Real Kids, Leonard Cohen, Aural Exciters, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Todd Rundgren, Throbbing Gristle, Delon & Dalcan, Television, The Blackbyrds, Cheater Slicks, Hot Snakes, Ohio Players, L. Decosne, Radiopuhelimet, Mars, The Barracudas, Sonny Sharrock, Jawbox, Bobby Sherman, Robert Wyatt, Carl Craig, Joyce Sims, KRS-One, James Chance & The Contortions, Mark Hollis, The Tremeloes, Infiniti, Robert Hood, Quadrant, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Godley & Creme, Japan, 10cc, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.

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)