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 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.

All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Blues Magoos, Sex Pistols, Erykah Badu, Soul II Soul, Echo & the Bunnymen, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Schoolly D, Crash Course in Science, Soft Machine, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Mission of Burma, Rites of Spring, Deadbeat, Dawn Penn, Selector Dub Narcotic, Alton Ellis, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Howard Jones, Judy Mowatt, Graham Central Station, Pylon, A Flock of Seagulls, Metal Thangz, Groovy Waters, Roxy Music, Dead Boys, James White and The Blacks, The Slits, Erasure, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Lightning Bolt, La Düsseldorf, Barry Ungar, Skriet, X-101, Eurythmics, Bronski Beat, Banda Bassotti, The Gories, Derrick May, The Slackers, Gil Scott Heron, the Swans, Procol Harum, Radiohead, Sexual Harrassment, Animal Collective, Eric Copeland, Radio Birdman, Amon Düül II, Bizarre Inc., Chris & Cosey, DeepChord presents Echospace, Iggy Pop, Eli Mardock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Franke, This Heat, James Chance & The Contortions, Q and Not U, ABC, Black Sheep, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.

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)