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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Liliput to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.

All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Stiv Bators, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Bobby Sherman, Ituana, The Neon Judgement, Johnny Osbourne, kango's stein massive, Sound Behaviour, Sex Pistols, Johnny Clarke, Lou Reed & John Cale, Trumans Water, Mark Hollis, June Days, Hardrive, Dave Gahan, Mars, Minny Pops, a-ha, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Andrew Hill, Scion, Marc Almond, Q and Not U, Black Bananas, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Eric Copeland, Monolake, Rod Modell, Oppenheimer Analysis, Alphaville, In Retrospect, Fatback Band, Suburban Knight, Jesper Dahlbäck, Harry Pussy, Pierre Henry, Jeff Mills, Mandrill, Mad Mike, Au Pairs, Kerrie Biddell, John Holt, Metal Thangz, Eric Dolphy, Rufus Thomas, Robert Görl, Circle Jerks, Bang On A Can, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Junior Murvin, Stereo Dub, Thee Headcoats, Bootsy Collins, Lungfish, Soft Cell, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Ossler, T. Rex, Organ, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.

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)