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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.

All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Matthew Halsall, Matthew Bourne, Eyeless In Gaza, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Swell Maps, The Searchers, Todd Rundgren, UT, Lou Reed & John Cale, Talk Talk, The Tremeloes, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Al Stewart, Mr. Review, Harpers Bizarre, Ultra Naté, Tomorrow, Duran Duran, Von Mondo, The Sound, The Barracudas, Gichy Dan, The Misunderstood, The Martian, Donny Hathaway, Aural Exciters, Terry Callier, Glambeats Corp., Skaos, Jandek, Anthony Braxton, Sun City Girls, Eurythmics, Tom Boy, Althea and Donna, The Human League, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Cluster, Yaz, The Offenders, Bluetip, Nik Kershaw, Neu!, Jacques Brel, Man Eating Sloth, Gabor Szabo, A Certain Ratio, The Residents, FM Einheit, Frankie Knuckles, Crispy Ambulance, KRS-One, Faraquet, Absolute Body Control, Eden Ahbez, Public Enemy, Amazonics, New Order, Peter & Gordon, Eve St. Jones, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Mojo Men, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.

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)