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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.

All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Fifty Foot Hose, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Q and Not U, Supertramp, Mark Hollis, Marine Girls, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, X-Ray Spex, Scientists, Ajijia Myrayebe, Blancmange, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Litter, Masters at Work, Reagan Youth, Ultimate Spinach, Pussy Galore, Pole, Minutemen, Pylon, The Star Department, LL Cool J, The Sound, Peter & Gordon, Zapp, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Althea and Donna, Grey Daturas, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Schoolly D, Maleditus Sound, Zero Boys, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, the Fania All-Stars, The Dave Clark Five, The Barracudas, Eve St. Jones, Rhythm & Sound, Mission of Burma, New York Dolls, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Grandmaster Flash, The Count Five, Yusef Lateef, Sound Behaviour, The Pretty Things, Albert Ayler, the Normal, Stetsasonic, Sugar Minott, Hoover, The Skatalites, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Associates, Leonard Cohen, Henry Cow, Public Enemy, The Leaves, MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.

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)