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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.

All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Howard Jones, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, James Chance & The Contortions, Newcleus, Robert Görl, Marmalade, Thee Headcoats, DeepChord presents Echospace, Franke, Cal Tjader, The Fire Engines, Ajijia Myrayebe, Janne Schatter, Johnny Clarke, The Moleskins, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Rekid, Dorothy Ashby, Minny Pops, Cheater Slicks, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Ponytail, EPMD, Sun Ra Arkestra, Scientists, Bobby Sherman, Skarface, Half Japanese, Traffic Nightmare, The Motions, the Slits, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Eric B and Rakim, Isaac Hayes, The Divine Comedy, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Yellowson, Aural Exciters, Junior Murvin, the Bar-Kays, Pagans, The Moody Blues, The Standells, Technova, Barclay James Harvest, Fifty Foot Hose, The Golliwogs, Bob Dylan, Deakin, B.T. Express, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Bronski Beat, Underground Resistance, Bill Near, Mission of Burma, Index, Sugar Minott, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Jacques Brel, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.

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)