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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.

All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Laurel Aitken, Lebanon Hanover, Ronan, Lyres, The Fortunes, Ultra Naté, Lou Reed & Metallica, New Age Steppers, Black Bananas, Accadde A, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Dead Boys, Bobbi Humphrey, The Shadows of Knight, Heavy D & The Boyz, Robert Wyatt, Arthur Verocai, Babytalk, Underground Resistance, T. Rex, The Modern Lovers, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Suicide, Prince Buster, Pussy Galore, Michelle Simonal, the Fania All-Stars, This Heat, Monks, Bob Dylan, The Monochrome Set, Man Eating Sloth, JFA, Dennis Brown, Brick, Hasil Adkins, Motorama, Aswad, The Dave Clark Five, Larry & the Blue Notes, Hoover, Eurythmics, Kas Product, Los Fastidios, DeepChord presents Echospace, Fad Gadget, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Nirvana, Average White Band, Terry Callier, The Cosmic Jokers, Lee Hazlewood, Jesper Dahlbäck, Hardrive, The Fire Engines, The Neon Judgement, kango's stein massive, Judy Mowatt, Infiniti, Blancmange, Ituana, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.

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)