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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.

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

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

Ponytail, Sun Ra, T. Rex, Section 25, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Crooked Eye, Skarface, The Gap Band, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Iggy Pop, Godley & Creme, Deadbeat, Ituana, Crispy Ambulance, Rosa Yemen, Rufus Thomas, The Moody Blues, Lightning Bolt, Au Pairs, Black Pus, Whodini, Jawbox, Parry Music, The Happenings, Ludus, Soft Machine, Alice Coltrane, Thompson Twins, Be Bop Deluxe, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Leonard Cohen, Gastr Del Sol, Roxette, X-Ray Spex, The Litter, Cecil Taylor, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Crispian St. Peters, Silicon Teens, Freddie Wadling, Pulsallama, Bobby Sherman, Ohio Players, Grey Daturas, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Funky Four + One, Max Romeo, Toni Rubio, Alphaville, Eli Mardock, Brass Construction, The Real Kids, Subhumans, DJ Sneak, Icehouse, Lonnie Liston Smith, Sun City Girls, Curtis Mayfield, Marshall Jefferson, The Invisible, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.

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)