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 India and from Columbus.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.

All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Fuzztones, The Gladiators, Chrome, Bang on a Can All-Stars, The Pretty Things, Simply Red, Flipper, Wings, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Michelle Simonal, Lungfish, Fugazi, Ten City, Marcia Griffiths, Sunsets and Hearts, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Joe Smooth, Technova, Cal Tjader, Crime, Ohio Players, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Basic Channel, Pere Ubu, Half Japanese, The Raincoats, Gil Scott Heron, Duran Duran, Sonny Sharrock, Schoolly D, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Aaron Thompson, Glambeats Corp., CMW, Siglo XX, Pussy Galore, Cameo, Soul II Soul, Arab on Radar, The Remains, Gregory Isaacs, Essential Logic, Tears for Fears, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Bauhaus, The Busters, Amon Düül II, Deepchord, Smog, Kurtis Blow, Fear, Maleditus Sound, Young Marble Giants, James White and The Blacks, F. McDonald, Dead Boys, The Grass Roots, The Leaves, The Gap Band, Ash Ra Tempel, Gabor Szabo, Mad Mike, Radiopuhelimet, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.

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)