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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.

All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Terry Callier, Godley & Creme, Stockholm Monsters, New Order, Girls At Our Best!, Carl Craig, Gang Starr, The New Christs, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Sonics, Darondo, Jerry Gold Smith, Harpers Bizarre, Morten Harket, Anakelly, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Slackers, The Cosmic Jokers, Sight & Sound, This Heat, Derrick Morgan, Faraquet, Eric B and Rakim, Crash Course in Science, Bill Wells, Leonard Cohen, the Normal, Scratch Acid, Ultravox, Alice Coltrane, Marmalade, Crispian St. Peters, Radiohead, Porter Ricks, Soul II Soul, Ponytail, Gabor Szabo, The Red Krayola, Ituana, Sexual Harrassment, Grandmaster Flash, Marcia Griffiths, The Monks, A Flock of Seagulls, KRS-One, Sugar Minott, UT, Livin' Joy, the Association, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Outsiders, Soul Sonic Force, 10cc, Freddie Wadling, Suburban Knight, The Raincoats, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Gun Club, Roxette, Nico, Juan Atkins, Stetsasonic, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.

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)