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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.

All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sparks, Radiohead, The Shadows of Knight, Agitation Free, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Aaron Thompson, Lebanon Hanover, Tommy Roe, Tears for Fears, The Searchers, June Days, Anakelly, Ken Boothe, Von Mondo, Eric Dolphy, Rhythm & Sound, The Modern Lovers, Lightning Bolt, This Heat, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Mighty Diamonds, Larry & the Blue Notes, Maleditus Sound, Los Fastidios, ABBA, Letta Mbulu, Excepter, Rites of Spring, Lou Christie, Kings Of Tomorrow, Pantytec, Marshall Jefferson, Archie Shepp, Joe Finger, The Doors, Darondo, Sarah Menescal, Vaughan Mason & Crew, PIL, The Fugs, Sly & The Family Stone, Desert Stars, R.M.O., John Lydon, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Fort Wilson Riot, Pere Ubu, Lungfish, Whodini, Con Funk Shun, The Vogues, Harry Pussy, Popol Vuh, Bobby Sherman, Robert Görl, Radio Birdman, Silicon Teens, Cabaret Voltaire, These Immortal Souls, Todd Terry, Robert Wyatt, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.

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)