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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Personalities. All the underground hits.

All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, The Busters, Jerry's Kids, Lee Hazlewood, Gabor Szabo, Marc Almond, Arcadia, Nirvana, The Grass Roots, Johnny Osbourne, Absolute Body Control, Lou Reed, Curtis Mayfield, T. Rex, Fort Wilson Riot, The Kinks, Rufus Thomas, The Monochrome Set, Fela Kuti, Talk Talk, Eli Mardock, Fear, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Essential Logic, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Ronnie Foster, Eddi Front, Warsaw, Robert Wyatt, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Birthday Party, Hoover, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The Skatalites, Oppenheimer Analysis, Isaac Hayes, Scion, Laurel Aitken, Joe Smooth, Soft Cell, Eve St. Jones, Shuggie Otis, Malaria!, Idris Muhammad, Yazoo, Funkadelic, Amazonics, The Mighty Diamonds, Johnny Clarke, Newcleus, D'Angelo, Pantaleimon, Connie Case, UT, Andrew Hill, Ponytail, The Sonics, Black Flag, Minny Pops, The Martian, Rapeman, Joe Finger, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.

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)