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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.

All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

the Association, The Doobie Brothers, Scientists, Ronnie Foster, Tubeway Army, Sister Nancy, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, the Fania All-Stars, John Foxx, Moss Icon, Anthony Braxton, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, kango's stein massive, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Index, Interpol, Pharoah Sanders, The Angels of Light, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Echo & the Bunnymen, Young Marble Giants, Little Man, Curtis Mayfield, Eden Ahbez, Kango’s Stein Massive, Oneida, The Smoke, Flipper, Talk Talk, Supertramp, Infiniti, PIL, Audionom, The Count Five, Nik Kershaw, Eric Dolphy, Tomorrow, Dave Gahan, The Barracudas, Fela Kuti, Main Source, Porter Ricks, Saccharine Trust, The Techniques, Bronski Beat, the Sonics, Crispy Ambulance, The Knickerbockers, Agitation Free, Laurel Aitken, Chrome, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Maurizio, Carl Craig, Minny Pops, Dark Day, Japan, Excepter, Model 500, David Axelrod, Darondo, Patti Smith, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.

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)