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 Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.

All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Patti Smith, Girls At Our Best!, Amazonics, Au Pairs, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Walker Brothers, Whodini, Electric Prunes, The Five Americans, Bobbi Humphrey, Cabaret Voltaire, The Raincoats, Eddi Front, Absolute Body Control, London Community Gospel Choir, Laurel Aitken, Pylon, DNA, The Residents, Altered Images, B.T. Express, Swans, Janne Schatter, The American Breed, The Star Department, the Bar-Kays, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Tears for Fears, Sparks, John Lydon, Hoover, Jerry's Kids, Shoche, The Beau Brummels, PIL, Yellowson, Aswad, Black Moon, X-101, Stiv Bators, The Pretty Things, Max Romeo, Black Flag, Jesper Dahlb├Ąck, Inner City, Crime, The Red Krayola, Monolake, the Sonics, Jandek, James White and The Blacks, Deadbeat, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, The Leaves, Gil Scott Heron, Rotary Connection, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Shadows of Knight, Livin' Joy, Japan, Ornette Coleman, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.

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)