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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.

All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 David McCallum record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Visage, Newcleus, Fear, Negative Approach, Eric Dolphy, Make Up, Sun Ra, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Toni Rubio, Lou Reed, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Gian Franco Pienzio, Sarah Menescal, Bobby Sherman, Zapp, Oneida, Siglo XX, The Associates, L. Decosne, Silicon Teens, Tom Boy, Fluxion, Steve Hackett, Fatback Band, Jandek, Oblivians, The Doobie Brothers, John Cale, Shuggie Otis, Robert Wyatt, Beasts of Bourbon, Heavy D & The Boyz, The United States of America, Kayak, Danielle Patucci, Sexual Harrassment, a-ha, Accadde A, Lightning Bolt, Agitation Free, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Jerry's Kids, Vainqueur, Jacques Brel, The Doors, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Pantytec, Royal Trux, Lalann, Sandy B, The New Christs, The Pretty Things, Brick, Tres Demented, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Yazoo, 10cc, Kool Moe Dee, The Golliwogs, The Cosmic Jokers, Wally Richardson, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.

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)