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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.

All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Roxette, The Birthday Party, Marmalade, June Days, Moss Icon, LL Cool J, The Moleskins, The Wake, Quando Quango, Duran Duran, Ralphi Rosario, Hashim, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Sarah Menescal, The Buckinghams, Audionom, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, FM Einheit, 48th St. Collective, F. McDonald, Bob Dylan, Loose Ends, KRS-One, Jesper Dahlback, Gichy Dan, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Organ, Eyeless In Gaza, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Matthew Bourne, Pole, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Cameo, Fugazi, Ultimate Spinach, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, London Community Gospel Choir, Circle Jerks, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, World's Most, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, The Move, Robert Görl, The J.B.'s, The Mighty Diamonds, Tropical Tobacco, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Arab on Radar, Panda Bear, The Evens, Index, The Beau Brummels, Brothers Johnson, Todd Terry, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Barclay James Harvest, Half Japanese, Chrome, The Human League, Colin Newman, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.

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)