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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.

All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Eli Mardock, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Tropical Tobacco, Quantec, Basic Channel, Sound Behaviour, Qualms, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Ultimate Spinach, Bill Wells, Johnny Osbourne, Jerry's Kids, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The Modern Lovers, The Seeds, The Slackers, Scrapy, Donny Hathaway, Wings, Danielle Patucci, Nas, Soul II Soul, Rakim, James White and The Blacks, Lou Reed & Metallica, Symarip, The Pretty Things, Country Joe & The Fish, Radiopuhelimet, Vainqueur, Neu!, Dead Boys, Beasts of Bourbon, Masters at Work, Vladislav Delay, Harpers Bizarre, Fat Boys, Amon Düül, Joe Finger, The Tremeloes, Gang of Four, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Sun City Girls, The Cramps, Lalann, The Remains, Yusef Lateef, Swell Maps, Aswad, Negative Approach, The Angels of Light, The Knickerbockers, Average White Band, Larry & the Blue Notes, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, The Victims, PIL, Matthew Halsall, Wolf Eyes, The Invisible, Japan, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.

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)