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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.

All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Music Machine, Ronnie Foster, Half Japanese, Newcleus, Jacob Miller, AZ, Altered Images, Gong, The Gap Band, John Holt, Rapeman, The Royal Family And The Poor, Khruangbin, Terrestrial Tones, Piero Umiliani, Glambeats Corp., Magazine, The Walker Brothers, Flash Fearless, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, A Certain Ratio, Depeche Mode, Aloha Tigers, The Index, Fatback Band, The Raincoats, Angry Samoans, Mary Jane Girls, EPMD, Technova, The Neon Judgement, Blossom Toes, R.M.O., Surgeon, Man Eating Sloth, Hardrive, Marshall Jefferson, Gastr Del Sol, A Flock of Seagulls, LL Cool J, DNA, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Pantaleimon, Dual Sessions, Unwound, Marcia Griffiths, Ultramagnetic MC's, Moebius, Mo-Dettes, the Sonics, Anthony Braxton, UT, Camouflage, John Coltrane, Circle Jerks, Symarip, Flamin' Groovies, John Cale, Eurythmics, The Vogues, Al Stewart, In Retrospect, The Smoke, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.

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)