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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.

All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Public Image Ltd., Jawbox, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Bluetip, The Vogues, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Qualms, Bobby Hutcherson, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The United States of America, Colin Newman, The Moleskins, The Names, Swans, Yusef Lateef, Massinfluence, Marcia Griffiths, Electric Light Orchestra, Rhythm & Sound, Marmalade, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Kurtis Blow, Stereo Dub, Eve St. Jones, Dave Gahan, Grandmaster Flash, Crooked Eye, Television Personalities, Dual Sessions, Todd Rundgren, Glambeats Corp., Stiv Bators, Blancmange, Sarah Menescal, Reuben Wilson, Adolescents, Jesper Dahlbäck, Scion, John Foxx, Hasil Adkins, Echospace, Pulsallama, Fela Kuti, Sandy B, Public Enemy, Monolake, Drexciya, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Moss Icon, Tommy Roe, Cabaret Voltaire, New Age Steppers, K-Klass, Bronski Beat, The Doobie Brothers, David Bowie, Toni Rubio, Chris Corsano, These Immortal Souls, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.

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)