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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.

All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Quantec, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Chocolate Watch Band, Eden Ahbez, Josef K, Dave Gahan, Freddie Wadling, Porter Ricks, Visage, JFA, The Sisters of Mercy, Yusef Lateef, The Happenings, Aswad, Nation of Ulysses, Los Fastidios, Ajijia Myrayebe, Roxy Music, One Last Wish, Fifty Foot Hose, Hoover, The New Christs, Cheater Slicks, Harpers Bizarre, Graham Central Station, World's Most, X-102, Sparks, Andrew Hill, Oblivians, T. Rex, The Gap Band, Nick Fraelich, Electric Prunes, ABBA, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Soft Machine, Carl Craig, Main Source, Q65, Bill Near, Stiv Bators, Bobby Womack, Vladislav Delay, The Associates, Livin' Joy, Niagra, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Mandrill, Sly & The Family Stone, Amon Düül, U.S. Maple, Essential Logic, Piero Umiliani, Wolf Eyes, Wally Richardson, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Icehouse, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.

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)