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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wire to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.

All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

the Association, Agitation Free, Bad Manners, John Lydon, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Livin' Joy, Cheater Slicks, 48th St. Collective, Joyce Sims, Godley & Creme, Mantronix, Infiniti, The Star Department, Black Pus, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Kango’s Stein Massive, Panda Bear, Yusef Lateef, Sunsets and Hearts, MDC, New Order, Rhythm & Sound, The Jesus and Mary Chain, the Soft Cell, The Slackers, Fluxion, Althea and Donna, Aswad, Aloha Tigers, Joensuu 1685, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Gories, June Days, Echospace, Chrome, AZ, Talk Talk, Monolake, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Pole, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Royal Family And The Poor, Bang On A Can, Howard Jones, Max Romeo, Connie Case, The Moleskins, Gregory Isaacs, Cybotron, Dennis Brown, The Angels of Light, Tropical Tobacco, Kerrie Biddell, The Index, The Sound, The Buckinghams, Khruangbin, Sun City Girls, The Gap Band, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.

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)