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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.

All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Y Pants, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Kas Product, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Lakeside, Crime, Joey Negro, Gian Franco Pienzio, The J.B.'s, X-Ray Spex, Agent Orange, Flamin' Groovies, Wasted Youth, A Flock of Seagulls, Rekid, The Skatalites, The Moody Blues, Kool Moe Dee, Mad Mike, The Evens, Sunsets and Hearts, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Althea and Donna, Fluxion, Gang Green, Ultra Naté, Grandmaster Flash, Curtis Mayfield, Nation of Ulysses, Procol Harum, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Alice Coltrane, Niagra, Scratch Acid, Lou Reed, Eurythmics, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, H. Thieme, Absolute Body Control, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Supertramp, Average White Band, Lou Christie, Maleditus Sound, Vainqueur, Be Bop Deluxe, Country Teasers, Matthew Halsall, The Cosmic Jokers, Piero Umiliani, Cybotron, Tears for Fears, Can, Interpol, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Carl Craig, Yellowson, Lou Reed & John Cale, Adolescents, Todd Terry, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Max Romeo, The Red Krayola, Thee Headcoats, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.

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)