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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.

All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 The Vogues record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Anakelly, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Talk Talk, Brick, Roy Ayers, Absolute Body Control, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Max Romeo, Janne Schatter, Darondo, Dennis Brown, Wally Richardson, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Icehouse, Pet Shop Boys, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Cymande, Deadbeat, Peter and Kerry, Magazine, The Pop Group, Lalann, Tears for Fears, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Ash Ra Tempel, Chrome, Quando Quango, John Lydon, Radiopuhelimet, The Angels of Light, Jesper Dahlback, Fear, The Mummies, Todd Terry, La Düsseldorf, The Offenders, The New Christs, Skaos, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, June of 44, Quantec, Matthew Bourne, Oneida, Reuben Wilson, The Gladiators, Easy Going, Marc Almond, Ossler, Roxette, Circle Jerks, Soft Cell, Ponytail, Rosa Yemen, Franke, Sexual Harrassment, Slick Rick, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Arthur Verocai, Fat Boys, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Scrapy, Lebanon Hanover, Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.

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)