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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.

All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Piero Umiliani, The Remains, Althea and Donna, Chris Corsano, Lonnie Liston Smith, the Bar-Kays, Harpers Bizarre, Scion, The Music Machine, Cal Tjader, Joy Division, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Au Pairs, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Soft Machine, The Motions, T. Rex, Lucky Dragons, The Walker Brothers, Ronan, Robert Görl, Joensuu 1685, Outsiders, The Doors, DJ Style, Larry & the Blue Notes, Max Romeo, Skarface, Joey Negro, The Star Department, Aloha Tigers, Mission of Burma, Main Source, Sly & The Family Stone, Electric Light Orchestra, Procol Harum, DNA, Television Personalities, Banda Bassotti, The Toasters, Glambeats Corp., Simply Red, Deakin, The Techniques, One Last Wish, Josef K, Echo & the Bunnymen, Gang Starr, Deepchord, The Cramps, The Sonics, Michelle Simonal, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Parry Music, Ajijia Myrayebe, Jimmy McGriff, Minnie Riperton, Suicide, Joe Finger, Guru Guru, Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.

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)