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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.

All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Idris Muhammad, Swans, The Dead C, Lonnie Liston Smith, Khruangbin, Aural Exciters, Delon & Dalcan, Kango’s Stein Massive, R.M.O., Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Depeche Mode, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, U.S. Maple, Jawbox, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Ultravox, Terrestrial Tones, Moebius, Matthew Halsall, Fatback Band, Fela Kuti, Pole, Boredoms, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Joey Negro, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, This Heat, Sparks, The Names, Negative Approach, D'Angelo, Country Teasers, E-Dancer, Faraquet, John Foxx, Tim Buckley, Moby Grape, Electric Prunes, The Invisible, CMW, Pylon, Jerry Gold Smith, Bill Wells, Pierre Henry, Junior Murvin, The Litter, Ken Boothe, Todd Terry, Sun Ra, K-Klass, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Divine Comedy, Fort Wilson Riot, the Swans, Crispian St. Peters, Anakelly, Maleditus Sound, Ralphi Rosario, Ornette Coleman, 48th St. Collective, T.S.O.L., Alison Limerick, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.

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)