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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.

All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Barrington Levy, Silicon Teens, The Gap Band, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, David Bowie, Michelle Simonal, Los Fastidios, U.S. Maple, Johnny Clarke, MDC, AZ, Lou Christie, Con Funk Shun, Cluster, Clear Light, The Vogues, Theoretical Girls, JFA, Scientists, Au Pairs, Kayak, Beasts of Bourbon, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Kool Moe Dee, Pagans, Lee Hazlewood, Byron Stingily, Nick Fraelich, Ituana, The Walker Brothers, Severed Heads, Von Mondo, Big Daddy Kane, A Flock of Seagulls, Ponytail, Eric Copeland, The Mighty Diamonds, Scan 7, Grandmaster Flash, Cal Tjader, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Procol Harum, Rod Modell, X-102, The Index, The Selecter, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Lyres, Delon & Dalcan, The Angels of Light, Lucky Dragons, Flamin' Groovies, Laurel Aitken, Susan Cadogan, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Godley & Creme, Yaz, Television Personalities, Rosa Yemen, John Holt, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.

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)