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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.

All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jeff Mills, DJ Sneak, In Retrospect, Procol Harum, Patti Smith, The Angels of Light, The Tremeloes, Scrapy, Buzzcocks, Sparks, Bill Near, Liaisons Dangereuses, Sight & Sound, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Cameo, Icehouse, Magazine, Lou Reed & John Cale, Delta 5, Grey Daturas, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Sixth Finger, Lalo Schifrin, Robert Wyatt, Sällskapet, Smog, Jawbox, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Jeru the Damaja, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Stetsasonic, Juan Atkins, Saccharine Trust, the Soft Cell, FM Einheit, The Star Department, Tres Demented, Danielle Patucci, Kaleidoscope, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, H. Thieme, Tom Boy, 48th St. Collective, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Freddie Wadling, Desert Stars, The Mojo Men, Hasil Adkins, Roger Hodgson, Lou Reed & Metallica, June Days, Al Stewart, The Cure, Prince Buster, Girls At Our Best!, DeepChord presents Echospace, Q and Not U, EPMD, The Leaves, Carl Craig, Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.

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)