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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.

All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.

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

Dave Gahan, David Axelrod, The Grass Roots, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, DeepChord presents Echospace, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Bang On A Can, Little Man, Pet Shop Boys, K-Klass, Brothers Johnson, Sun Ra, Sound Behaviour, Mission of Burma, The Moody Blues, Joy Division, The Count Five, Underground Resistance, Livin' Joy, The Last Poets, Aaron Thompson, Marcia Griffiths, Joe Smooth, Wally Richardson, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Pole, R.M.O., Soul Sonic Force, Moss Icon, CMW, Gregory Isaacs, PIL, The Zeros, Qualms, The Dave Clark Five, The Vogues, Erasure, Bob Dylan, Pantytec, Fatback Band, Rhythim Is Rhythim, the Human League, Pulsallama, Sonic Youth, Derrick Morgan, Massinfluence, Trumans Water, Peter and Kerry, The Star Department, Flamin' Groovies, UT, Kerrie Biddell, Heaven 17, The Angels of Light, Roxy Music, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Sandy B, Marshall Jefferson, Wire, DNA, X-102, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Jerry's Kids, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.

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)