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 Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.

All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

Q and Not U, H. Thieme, The Cramps, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Graham Central Station, The Beau Brummels, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Lou Reed & John Cale, Sonic Youth, Rakim, The Techniques, Fifty Foot Hose, John Lydon, The Dave Clark Five, Camberwell Now, Leonard Cohen, The Detroit Cobras, The New Christs, Crime, Maleditus Sound, Grey Daturas, Drexciya, Marc Almond, Alphaville, Jacques Brel, Eden Ahbez, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Eve St. Jones, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Girls At Our Best!, Echospace, The Index, L. Decosne, The Buckinghams, Freddie Wadling, Mary Jane Girls, Aaron Thompson, Sam Rivers, Lightning Bolt, Glenn Branca, Godley & Creme, Porter Ricks, The Alarm Clocks, Japan, the Soft Cell, Derrick Morgan, The Stooges, Barclay James Harvest, Jerry's Kids, Avey Tare, The Neon Judgement, Pussy Galore, Slick Rick, Gastr Del Sol, Organ, The Fall, David Bowie, 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)