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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.

All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Idris Muhammad, Maurizio, Marcia Griffiths, Minnie Riperton, Basic Channel, The Wake, Q and Not U, Bill Wells, Larry & the Blue Notes, Black Bananas, Lou Reed & Metallica, Matthew Bourne, Faust, Derrick May, Animal Collective, Dave Gahan, Ronnie Foster, Roger Hodgson, Parry Music, Chris Corsano, James Chance & The Contortions, Fela Kuti, Heaven 17, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rekid, Easy Going, Harmonia, Chrome, Outsiders, Theoretical Girls, Lyres, Wire, DeepChord presents Echospace, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The Stooges, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Echospace, These Immortal Souls, Ajijia Myrayebe, Funkadelic, Soul II Soul, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Barclay James Harvest, Lalo Schifrin, Scion, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Marshall Jefferson, Neu!, 10cc, Agent Orange, Deepchord, Pole, Crash Course in Science, Mantronix, The Monochrome Set, Crime, ABBA, Morten Harket, Sunsets and Hearts, Skriet, Minny Pops, Unrelated Segments, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.

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)