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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 snare 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.

All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Barclay James Harvest, Blake Baxter, Drexciya, D'Angelo, K-Klass, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Lou Reed & John Cale, Absolute Body Control, Scientists, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Marc Almond, Liliput, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Siouxsie and the Banshees, Brick, Magazine, The Mummies, Basic Channel, The Buckinghams, ABBA, Scion, Moby Grape, Silicon Teens, Au Pairs, Henry Cow, Patti Smith, Lalann, Pagans, The Raincoats, Alphaville, Pylon, Nation of Ulysses, Gian Franco Pienzio, Tommy Roe, Essential Logic, Pierre Henry, The Doors, The Saints, Siglo XX, Fad Gadget, Althea and Donna, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Dorothy Ashby, Max Romeo, Juan Atkins, Cabaret Voltaire, Charles Mingus, Girls At Our Best!, Rapeman, The Residents, Sällskapet, Scrapy, Man Eating Sloth, Erasure, Animal Collective, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Television Personalities, Hot Snakes, The Standells, Selector Dub Narcotic, Avey Tare, The Selecter, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.

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)