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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.

All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Accadde A, Carl Craig, Rosa Yemen, The Gladiators, Suicide, Camberwell Now, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Zero Boys, Larry & the Blue Notes, Urselle, Grauzone, Lou Reed & John Cale, Yusef Lateef, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Jacques Brel, Tropical Tobacco, Arcadia, The Chocolate Watch Band, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, A Flock of Seagulls, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Flamin' Groovies, Bronski Beat, Mo-Dettes, Junior Murvin, Eric Copeland, L. Decosne, D'Angelo, Agitation Free, Ituana, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Anthony Braxton, Dawn Penn, Nas, The Beau Brummels, Ultravox, Yellowson, Barbara Tucker, Deakin, Young Marble Giants, Wings, Bizarre Inc., Royal Trux, Goldenarms, Throbbing Gristle, Rhythm & Sound, The United States of America, Aaron Thompson, Kaleidoscope, Qualms, Duran Duran, Howard Jones, Livin' Joy, K-Klass, Section 25, Country Joe & The Fish, Sexual Harrassment, Eric Dolphy, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Dead C, Mary Jane Girls, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.

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)