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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.

All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Vainqueur, Pulsallama, Rapeman, Soft Cell, Spandau Ballet, Average White Band, Qualms, Boogie Down Productions, The Martian, B.T. Express, The Saints, Gregory Isaacs, David Axelrod, Fatback Band, Cheater Slicks, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Electric Prunes, Aaron Thompson, Radio Birdman, Outsiders, Jerry Gold Smith, the Fania All-Stars, China Crisis, The Music Machine, Nas, Eden Ahbez, Soulsonic Force, Depeche Mode, Derrick May, Bobby Hutcherson, The Victims, Hasil Adkins, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Raincoats, The Dave Clark Five, Kango’s Stein Massive, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Fela Kuti, The Dirtbombs, Arab on Radar, Ajijia Myrayebe, Cal Tjader, Eric Dolphy, Jeff Mills, The Flesh Eaters, Scrapy, Gabor Szabo, Sonic Youth, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Suburban Knight, Fat Boys, Supertramp, Carl Craig, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, John Coltrane, Brick, Scan 7, These Immortal Souls, Eve St. Jones, X-Ray Spex, Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..

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)