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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.

All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

Theoretical Girls, Au Pairs, Aaron Thompson, Tubeway Army, Rapeman, Soul Sonic Force, OOIOO, In Retrospect, Suburban Knight, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Lee Hazlewood, Model 500, The Shadows of Knight, Cal Tjader, Hoover, The Vogues, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Ohio Players, Alice Coltrane, The Fugs, Pere Ubu, DJ Style, Monolake, Junior Murvin, Glambeats Corp., John Cale, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Quantec, Lou Reed, The Sonics, It's A Beautiful Day, Fela Kuti, The Smoke, Heaven 17, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Soulsonic Force, The Divine Comedy, Matthew Halsall, Marine Girls, Max Romeo, Oblivians, X-Ray Spex, Fort Wilson Riot, Eden Ahbez, Eric B and Rakim, Tim Buckley, Fifty Foot Hose, Icehouse, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Dead Boys, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Dark Day, Q65, The Knickerbockers, The Names, Hasil Adkins, Maurizio, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.

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)