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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.

All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Toni Rubio, Matthew Bourne, Warsaw, Niagra, The Monochrome Set, Eddi Front, Joensuu 1685, OOIOO, Nation of Ulysses, Television Personalities, Ralphi Rosario, Absolute Body Control, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Slackers, Frankie Knuckles, the Human League, Ajijia Myrayebe, Todd Terry, The Royal Family And The Poor, Marmalade, Hasil Adkins, Bobby Hutcherson, Boogie Down Productions, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Swell Maps, The Electric Prunes, Crispian St. Peters, Wasted Youth, The Searchers, Idris Muhammad, Thompson Twins, Dave Gahan, The Fire Engines, David Axelrod, The Angels of Light, Danielle Patucci, The Dead C, Metal Thangz, Letta Mbulu, Dawn Penn, Todd Rundgren, Neu!, The Litter, Anthony Braxton, Oblivians, Depeche Mode, Cymande, the Germs, DeepChord presents Echospace, Moss Icon, Chris Corsano, Bootsy Collins, Ronnie Foster, Wally Richardson, The Chocolate Watch Band, Ohio Players, Country Teasers, Hashim, Eric Dolphy, David Bowie, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.

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)