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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.

All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Liaisons Dangereuses, The Gories, Boogie Down Productions, Lalann, Darondo, Desert Stars, The Real Kids, Glenn Branca, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, A Flock of Seagulls, Ultravox, DJ Sneak, Johnny Osbourne, Toni Rubio, Pylon, Steve Hackett, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Liliput, Stereo Dub, B.T. Express, Kango’s Stein Massive, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, John Cale, Bluetip, Rekid, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Star Department, Bobby Sherman, Ralphi Rosario, Crispy Ambulance, kango's stein massive, Spoonie Gee, Make Up, Lightning Bolt, Jacques Brel, Kayak, Man Parrish, Traffic Nightmare, Malaria!, Kerrie Biddell, Television Personalities, Kings Of Tomorrow, The Alarm Clocks, D'Angelo, Lou Christie, Al Stewart, Henry Cow, The Toasters, Mark Hollis, Soulsonic Force, Von Mondo, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Drive Like Jehu, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Echo & the Bunnymen, the Bar-Kays, Tropical Tobacco, Franke, Pantytec, Alison Limerick, The Fall, Amon Düül II, Ten City, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.

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)