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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.

All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Black Moon, The Smiths, Gang Green, Desert Stars, Scrapy, Jerry's Kids, Saccharine Trust, Ossler, The Tremeloes, Davy DMX, Dave Gahan, Arab on Radar, Dorothy Ashby, New Order, Underground Resistance, Howard Jones, Traffic Nightmare, Bobby Womack, Kool Moe Dee, the Sonics, Radio Birdman, Jeff Lynne, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Fatback Band, ABBA, Ultramagnetic MC's, The Shadows of Knight, Popol Vuh, Inner City, Mission of Burma, Marvin Gaye, Eric Copeland, Television Personalities, Erasure, Flash Fearless, The Blackbyrds, Cybotron, Girls At Our Best!, Slick Rick, Rotary Connection, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Henry Cow, Parry Music, Jesper Dahlbäck, Harpers Bizarre, Dennis Brown, Neil Young, Robert Görl, Ornette Coleman, Wally Richardson, Lakeside, The Residents, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Graham Central Station, Deepchord, Hashim, Intrusion, Au Pairs, Newcleus, Smog, Jacob Miller, Tropical Tobacco, Franke, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.

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)