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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.

All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Duran Duran, Gregory Isaacs, Ralphi Rosario, Youth Brigade, Deakin, Chris Corsano, Yazoo, Goldenarms, Al Stewart, Smog, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Half Japanese, Scion, Peter & Gordon, The J.B.'s, The Durutti Column, Terry Callier, Lucky Dragons, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Severed Heads, Roxette, One Last Wish, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Byron Stingily, Model 500, Nas, Ronnie Foster, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, James White and The Blacks, Bobbi Humphrey, New York Dolls, Cybotron, Mantronix, Minor Threat, Infiniti, The Moleskins, Drive Like Jehu, Yaz, Camouflage, Marine Girls, Unwound, Livin' Joy, Letta Mbulu, Symarip, Little Man, Sister Nancy, The Dead C, KRS-One, Jerry Gold Smith, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Junior Murvin, Larry & the Blue Notes, Dawn Penn, Scrapy, Babytalk, Isaac Hayes, Fat Boys, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Monolake, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Black Flag, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.

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)