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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.

All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Average White Band, James Chance & The Contortions, This Heat, EPMD, Gang of Four, The Sisters of Mercy, Grandmaster Flash, Blossom Toes, Rosa Yemen, Tropical Tobacco, Buzzcocks, Pierre Henry, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Mary Jane Girls, Grauzone, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Radiopuhelimet, Franke, Zero Boys, Saccharine Trust, Porter Ricks, The Kinks, Masters at Work, Quantec, Grey Daturas, Hoover, Don Cherry, E-Dancer, The Happenings, Pere Ubu, Slick Rick, Max Romeo, Tim Buckley, The Durutti Column, Newcleus, Donny Hathaway, Davy DMX, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Animal Collective, Symarip, The Dave Clark Five, The Last Poets, Byron Stingily, UT, Jimmy McGriff, Joensuu 1685, Ultravox, Slave, Au Pairs, Maurizio, Faraquet, Spandau Ballet, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, John Cale, Drexciya, The Real Kids, The Wake, D'Angelo, Electric Prunes, Stereo Dub, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Traffic Nightmare, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.

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)