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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.

All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?

Funkadelic, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Alphaville, The Fall, the Fania All-Stars, Cameo, Basic Channel, Panda Bear, Bobbi Humphrey, Dorothy Ashby, H. Thieme, Joe Finger, D'Angelo, Surgeon, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Smog, the Association, Sexual Harrassment, The Gap Band, a-ha, Parry Music, The Techniques, The Count Five, Marine Girls, Audionom, The Monochrome Set, Minnie Riperton, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, the Soft Cell, Jeff Lynne, Television Personalities, Kayak, Cal Tjader, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Tom Boy, John Holt, Organ, Jandek, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Moebius, Deepchord, Al Stewart, The Fire Engines, Barbara Tucker, Unwound, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, EPMD, Robert Wyatt, Gang Starr, Eddi Front, Max Romeo, Ronnie Foster, Suicide, Maurizio, Curtis Mayfield, T. Rex, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Glenn Branca, Stockholm Monsters, La Düsseldorf, Lou Reed, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.

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)