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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.

All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Barbara Tucker, Gerry Rafferty, Tomorrow, Iggy Pop, Jesper Dahlback, Mark Hollis, Flash Fearless, Janne Schatter, Robert Wyatt, Kango’s Stein Massive, The New Christs, Eddi Front, Glambeats Corp., Ronan, E-Dancer, JFA, Stereo Dub, Visage, Skarface, Country Joe & The Fish, The Dirtbombs, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Essential Logic, Marshall Jefferson, Monks, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Skaos, Grauzone, the Fania All-Stars, LL Cool J, Slick Rick, Buzzcocks, Juan Atkins, Heaven 17, Max Romeo, H. Thieme, Sonic Youth, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Sam Rivers, Adolescents, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Porter Ricks, The Gladiators, Amon Düül II, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Massinfluence, Half Japanese, John Lydon, ABBA, The Smoke, Lalo Schifrin, Piero Umiliani, Subhumans, Infiniti, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Gap Band, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, The Searchers, Country Teasers, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.

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)