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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.

All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Section 25, Archie Shepp, The Blackbyrds, Soul II Soul, Sällskapet, Donny Hathaway, Yusef Lateef, Delta 5, The Cure, Gang Starr, Steve Hackett, X-101, The Alarm Clocks, Max Romeo, Scion, Altered Images, Maleditus Sound, The Mummies, Sonic Youth, The United States of America, The Dead C, Sunsets and Hearts, Jeru the Damaja, Eddi Front, Gong, Lou Reed & John Cale, New York Dolls, Sound Behaviour, Pere Ubu, Lindisfarne, Surgeon, Pussy Galore, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Fire Engines, Albert Ayler, Andrew Hill, Grandmaster Flash, Marine Girls, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Buckinghams, James White and The Blacks, Rotary Connection, Public Enemy, Deepchord, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Moby Grape, Harpers Bizarre, Sun Ra, Maurizio, The New Christs, The Searchers, Judy Mowatt, L. Decosne, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Rites of Spring, MDC, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Trumans Water, Royal Trux, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Livin' Joy, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.

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)