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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.

All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Cowsills, DJ Sneak, Iggy Pop, The Motions, Barclay James Harvest, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nik Kershaw, Pantytec, Qualms, U.S. Maple, Fatback Band, Pagans, Joensuu 1685, Ten City, Loose Ends, D'Angelo, Sugar Minott, Sam Rivers, Icehouse, Scion, Mandrill, Quadrant, Bobby Hutcherson, James Chance & The Contortions, Cameo, Carl Craig, The Red Krayola, Black Bananas, Intrusion, Derrick May, Television Personalities, Marshall Jefferson, Kurtis Blow, Lee Hazlewood, The Angels of Light, Ultra Naté, CMW, Aural Exciters, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Jeff Lynne, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Drexciya, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Kevin Saunderson, Rites of Spring, Avey Tare, Flash Fearless, The Names, Unrelated Segments, The Gladiators, Index, Stetsasonic, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Fad Gadget, Beasts of Bourbon, The Raincoats, F. McDonald, The Toasters, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Dennis Brown, Johnny Clarke, New York Dolls, Peter & Gordon, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.

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)