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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.

All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lou Christie, Anthony Braxton, Bobby Byrd, Suburban Knight, Second Layer, Sun Ra Arkestra, Morten Harket, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Simply Red, Easy Going, Barrington Levy, Bad Manners, Max Romeo, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Invisible, Jeff Lynne, Judy Mowatt, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Ronan, The Buckinghams, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Echospace, Reagan Youth, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Silicon Teens, Massinfluence, 10cc, The Fuzztones, Robert Wyatt, 8 Eyed Spy, The Monochrome Set, Soulsonic Force, Basic Channel, Jeru the Damaja, Bob Dylan, Monolake, Letta Mbulu, Excepter, Mo-Dettes, D'Angelo, Bill Wells, Terry Callier, Electric Prunes, KRS-One, Flipper, The Standells, Kevin Saunderson, K-Klass, Sonic Youth, B.T. Express, E-Dancer, Peter and Kerry, Franke, Camberwell Now, Cabaret Voltaire, Talk Talk, Fatback Band, Echo & the Bunnymen, Accadde A, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.

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)