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 Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.

All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sun City Girls, Eyeless In Gaza, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Sister Nancy, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The Smiths, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Donald Byrd, Prince Buster, Wolf Eyes, Amazonics, The Angels of Light, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Moleskins, Mr. Review, Severed Heads, Alice Coltrane, Tropical Tobacco, Brothers Johnson, Sparks, Lungfish, Amon Düül, Marcia Griffiths, Nas, Circle Jerks, Lebanon Hanover, Sun Ra, The Sonics, Bush Tetras, Adolescents, Fat Boys, PIL, Symarip, Wire, The Walker Brothers, Fatback Band, Dual Sessions, Oppenheimer Analysis, Maleditus Sound, Au Pairs, Quadrant, Gian Franco Pienzio, L. Decosne, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, The Dirtbombs, Boz Scaggs, Eric Dolphy, The Toasters, DJ Sneak, New Age Steppers, Roxy Music, The Gap Band, Girls At Our Best!, Bronski Beat, Maurizio, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Tears for Fears, Reagan Youth, Absolute Body Control, Lakeside, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.

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)