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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.

All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soft Cell, Television, The Monks, Essential Logic, Stereo Dub, Dark Day, Aloha Tigers, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, The Mojo Men, Sandy B, Public Image Ltd., The Real Kids, Robert Wyatt, ABC, The Residents, Patti Smith, Wasted Youth, Organ, Mars, The Five Americans, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Don Cherry, June Days, Chris & Cosey, New Age Steppers, Kings Of Tomorrow, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, the Normal, T.S.O.L., The Tremeloes, Heavy D & The Boyz, Severed Heads, Jeff Mills, John Cale, Jandek, Peter & Gordon, Gang of Four, FM Einheit, K-Klass, Barclay James Harvest, Flamin' Groovies, Skriet, Althea and Donna, Television Personalities, The Golliwogs, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Morten Harket, Neu!, Grey Daturas, Von Mondo, Lou Reed & Metallica, Hardrive, The Buckinghams, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Ituana, Tres Demented, DJ Sneak, Yazoo, Mark Hollis, Masters at Work, Black Flag, David Bowie, Piero Umiliani, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.

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)