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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Halifax.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.

All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Happenings, Bobbi Humphrey, Ken Boothe, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Loose Ends, Rod Modell, Jeru the Damaja, Bauhaus, Kurtis Blow, Robert Görl, Popol Vuh, Marvin Gaye, Camberwell Now, Ajijia Myrayebe, Maleditus Sound, Barbara Tucker, Terrestrial Tones, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Mandrill, Ralphi Rosario, ABC, Dave Gahan, Andrew Hill, The New Christs, Vainqueur, The Stooges, Soft Machine, Gastr Del Sol, Piero Umiliani, The Mighty Diamonds, PIL, Spoonie Gee, Flipper, Gregory Isaacs, In Retrospect, Newcleus, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Al Stewart, Gang Green, The Gories, Kings Of Tomorrow, Sarah Menescal, Soft Cell, Cecil Taylor, D'Angelo, Fluxion, The Sonics, Letta Mbulu, The Offenders, Rotary Connection, Procol Harum, Bizarre Inc., Sixth Finger, the Normal, Supertramp, Laurel Aitken, Fat Boys, Whodini, Lou Reed & John Cale, T. Rex, The Flesh Eaters, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.

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)