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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.

All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.

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

But have you seen my records?

Ludus, Saccharine Trust, Maleditus Sound, Jacob Miller, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Fire Engines, The Dave Clark Five, Gabor Szabo, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Royal Trux, Zero Boys, Animal Collective, Man Eating Sloth, Bobby Hutcherson, Scrapy, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Cramps, Marshall Jefferson, It's A Beautiful Day, Ultimate Spinach, The Shadows of Knight, B.T. Express, The Alarm Clocks, Spoonie Gee, Eddi Front, L. Decosne, The Selecter, Kaleidoscope, Trumans Water, Robert Wyatt, Stockholm Monsters, Liaisons Dangereuses, Mad Mike, La Düsseldorf, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, U.S. Maple, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Mighty Diamonds, Rekid, Amon Düül II, Hoover, Alice Coltrane, The Names, Gichy Dan, Blake Baxter, David Axelrod, Public Image Ltd., Black Moon, This Heat, The Knickerbockers, The Smoke, Jerry Gold Smith, Boogie Down Productions, Slave, MDC, Circle Jerks, Essential Logic, Lonnie Liston Smith, Fela Kuti, Danielle Patucci, Goldenarms, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.

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)