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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.

All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Mantronix, Cheater Slicks, The Sisters of Mercy, A Certain Ratio, Kas Product, Davy DMX, Kenny Larkin, Oneida, Erasure, The Raincoats, New Order, Cybotron, The Velvet Underground, Wolf Eyes, ABBA, Zapp, Sound Behaviour, Oppenheimer Analysis, Scion, The Mummies, The Moleskins, Shoche, Jesper Dahlbäck, Andrew Hill, The New Christs, The J.B.'s, Radio Birdman, Graham Central Station, Sexual Harrassment, Symarip, Heaven 17, Yusef Lateef, Banda Bassotti, Niagra, Roxy Music, Unwound, Cabaret Voltaire, The Slackers, Japan, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Yellowson, Warsaw, Grauzone, Outsiders, Gerry Rafferty, Terrestrial Tones, Danielle Patucci, The Monochrome Set, The Toasters, Deepchord, Main Source, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Sugar Minott, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Ornette Coleman, The Techniques, Tropical Tobacco, Yaz, Adolescents, Shuggie Otis, Sonic Youth, Morten Harket, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.

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)