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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.

All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Five Americans, Quantec, Groovy Waters, PIL, D'Angelo, Banda Bassotti, Tom Boy, ABC, Bootsy Collins, Donny Hathaway, kango's stein massive, Ten City, Bad Manners, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Visage, Mary Jane Girls, The Gun Club, Fela Kuti, This Heat, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Modern Lovers, One Last Wish, The Velvet Underground, Jeff Lynne, Delta 5, Index, Bobby Hutcherson, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Amon Düül II, Inner City, Sex Pistols, Tubeway Army, Khruangbin, Vainqueur, China Crisis, Donald Byrd, Harpers Bizarre, Duran Duran, Bush Tetras, Sixth Finger, Electric Light Orchestra, Ronnie Foster, Rotary Connection, The Dirtbombs, The Dave Clark Five, Qualms, the Soft Cell, The Toasters, John Cale, The Residents, The Associates, Bobby Sherman, Nick Fraelich, Thee Headcoats, Guru Guru, Joy Division, Silicon Teens, Little Man, Royal Trux, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.

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)