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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.

All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Erasure, Crime, These Immortal Souls, Jeru the Damaja, Mars, Aswad, Anakelly, Youth Brigade, Toni Rubio, Ralphi Rosario, The Detroit Cobras, Chris & Cosey, The Star Department, Ronnie Foster, Funky Four + One, The Dave Clark Five, Zero Boys, The Sonics, Ultimate Spinach, Trumans Water, The Raincoats, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Walker Brothers, John Foxx, Marvin Gaye, Silicon Teens, Hashim, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Deepchord, Country Teasers, Fela Kuti, The J.B.'s, Easy Going, Tres Demented, The Electric Prunes, Oppenheimer Analysis, Au Pairs, KRS-One, The Dirtbombs, Hasil Adkins, The Evens, Boz Scaggs, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Scientists, Urselle, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Porter Ricks, Andrew Hill, Rosa Yemen, The Zeros, Cheater Slicks, Tubeway Army, Eric Dolphy, Wasted Youth, cv313, Amon Düül II, The Knickerbockers, Todd Terry, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Morten Harket, Moss Icon, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.

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)