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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.

All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bob Dylan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Section 25, Soft Cell, Boogie Down Productions, Frankie Knuckles, London Community Gospel Choir, The Selecter, Gong, Shuggie Otis, Amazonics, Blossom Toes, World's Most, Ultramagnetic MC's, Slick Rick, 10cc, Kayak, The Last Poets, Dawn Penn, KRS-One, Theoretical Girls, Arthur Verocai, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Scratch Acid, Radio Birdman, Ohio Players, T. Rex, Oblivians, Dark Day, Derrick Morgan, Soulsonic Force, David Axelrod, Thompson Twins, Monolake, Erykah Badu, ABBA, CMW, Judy Mowatt, Fear, Kas Product, Throbbing Gristle, The Human League, Camberwell Now, Andrew Hill, Lindisfarne, Eli Mardock, The Misunderstood, Anakelly, Barclay James Harvest, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Heavy D & The Boyz, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, DJ Sneak, Maurizio, Sister Nancy, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Fugazi, The Doors, Hasil Adkins, Michelle Simonal, Erasure, Nils Olav, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.

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)