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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.

All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

R.M.O., Lalo Schifrin, Harpers Bizarre, Terrestrial Tones, Siglo XX, Eric Dolphy, Lightning Bolt, Byron Stingily, Infiniti, Marvin Gaye, Soulsonic Force, The Kinks, Yazoo, Slave, Wolf Eyes, These Immortal Souls, Duran Duran, Bobby Sherman, Erasure, Alton Ellis, Black Bananas, Yellowson, Bobby Womack, Mary Jane Girls, The Pretty Things, Gong, Unwound, Al Stewart, The Vogues, Fad Gadget, Sister Nancy, Jerry's Kids, Sight & Sound, Blancmange, Ultra Naté, Make Up, Japan, Nirvana, Average White Band, Toni Rubio, T. Rex, Marcia Griffiths, Peter & Gordon, U.S. Maple, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Q and Not U, The Doobie Brothers, The Fuzztones, Guru Guru, The Dead C, The Busters, Depeche Mode, John Cale, Harmonia, Ice-T, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Monks, Franke, Isaac Hayes, The Grass Roots, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.

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)