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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.

All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Metal Thangz, New York Dolls, Negative Approach, John Coltrane, The Gap Band, Wire, Pulsallama, Oblivians, Youth Brigade, The Black Dice, Altered Images, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Faust, Panda Bear, Dawn Penn, The Dead C, Eric Dolphy, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Stooges, Mr. Review, The Blackbyrds, Jandek, X-101, Suburban Knight, Electric Light Orchestra, The Wake, The American Breed, Massinfluence, Zapp, Ossler, Donald Byrd, Unwound, Scion, Lou Reed & John Cale, Roger Hodgson, Make Up, Roxy Music, The Detroit Cobras, Wolf Eyes, Television Personalities, Mandrill, Fela Kuti, Skarface, The Fortunes, The Doors, AZ, Blancmange, cv313, Chrome, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Rites of Spring, Niagra, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, John Cale, Patti Smith, Cheater Slicks, Bob Dylan, Quadrant, Danielle Patucci, Arcadia, Charles Mingus, Jimmy McGriff, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.

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)