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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.

All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

F. McDonald, Swell Maps, Circle Jerks, Glenn Branca, The Searchers, Average White Band, Bob Dylan, The Angels of Light, Adolescents, Audionom, The Gories, John Foxx, the Association, Sam Rivers, Black Bananas, Lou Christie, Maleditus Sound, Harpers Bizarre, New York Dolls, The Chocolate Watch Band, Au Pairs, Bobby Byrd, The Wake, Cymande, The Red Krayola, Glambeats Corp., Nico, The Associates, Minnie Riperton, The Happenings, Skriet, Jeff Lynne, The Walker Brothers, Underground Resistance, Lou Reed & John Cale, Radio Birdman, Gerry Rafferty, Vainqueur, Fat Boys, U.S. Maple, World's Most, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Roxette, The Shadows of Knight, Brothers Johnson, Jacques Brel, Lou Reed, Al Stewart, Cluster, Brass Construction, Cameo, D'Angelo, Arcadia, AZ, Susan Cadogan, Minor Threat, Blake Baxter, Television, Echospace, Groovy Waters, Idris Muhammad, This Heat, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.

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)