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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.

All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Aural Exciters, Silicon Teens, Bronski Beat, Unwound, Jawbox, Neu!, Kenny Larkin, Deepchord, Half Japanese, Sunsets and Hearts, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Lower 48, Magazine, Gian Franco Pienzio, The Buckinghams, Sly & The Family Stone, Pylon, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, PIL, Brass Construction, Ossler, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Moss Icon, The Smiths, The Doors, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Mark Hollis, Franke, David Axelrod, A Certain Ratio, Q and Not U, The Standells, Quando Quango, Ken Boothe, London Community Gospel Choir, The Divine Comedy, Al Stewart, Minor Threat, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Supertramp, Crispy Ambulance, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Leonard Cohen, Sun Ra, The Chocolate Watch Band, Faust, Clear Light, Severed Heads, New Order, Groovy Waters, Wire, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Jeff Lynne, Agitation Free, The Moody Blues, Joy Division, The Remains, Big Daddy Kane, Eve St. Jones, Davy DMX, Brand Nubian, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.

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)