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 Andorra and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.

All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ossler, Kaleidoscope, James White and The Blacks, London Community Gospel Choir, Pulsallama, the Human League, Ten City, Pantaleimon, Mo-Dettes, The Dirtbombs, Gabor Szabo, Smog, Young Marble Giants, Main Source, Yusef Lateef, Bob Dylan, The Doobie Brothers, Lower 48, Yaz, Theoretical Girls, Rapeman, Roger Hodgson, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Boogie Down Productions, Marshall Jefferson, Ohio Players, Eurythmics, Sexual Harrassment, Soft Machine, Radiohead, Bizarre Inc., Pole, The Pretty Things, Soulsonic Force, Soul II Soul, The Blackbyrds, The Gories, Livin' Joy, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Mummies, Lindisfarne, Minnie Riperton, Yazoo, Lungfish, FM Einheit, Swans, Blossom Toes, These Immortal Souls, Slave, Ultra Naté, Sugar Minott, Cecil Taylor, 48th St. Collective, The Cure, Hasil Adkins, Quando Quango, Arab on Radar, Eric Copeland, Piero Umiliani, Oppenheimer Analysis, Jacob Miller, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.

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)