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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.

All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Negative Approach, The Monks, John Coltrane, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Grandmaster Flash, Sound Behaviour, Second Layer, New York Dolls, Bill Wells, Cybotron, Boredoms, The Buckinghams, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, a-ha, Nas, Jimmy McGriff, Pere Ubu, Deepchord, Bronski Beat, Ultra Naté, Tommy Roe, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Liliput, Faust, Heavy D & The Boyz, Skarface, Josef K, Ultimate Spinach, Subhumans, D'Angelo, The Sound, Boogie Down Productions, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Cosmic Jokers, Joensuu 1685, Suicide, Minnie Riperton, Quantec, David McCallum, Unwound, Big Daddy Kane, X-101, Bob Dylan, Siglo XX, Lalo Schifrin, Section 25, The Gap Band, Radiopuhelimet, David Axelrod, Pulsallama, Mission of Burma, Cymande, Swell Maps, Procol Harum, Lonnie Liston Smith, Pierre Henry, Tropical Tobacco, The Birthday Party, The Busters, Gang Green, Wolf Eyes, K-Klass, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.

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)