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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.

All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Scion, David Axelrod, Popol Vuh, Jeff Mills, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Sound Behaviour, Boz Scaggs, Circle Jerks, Curtis Mayfield, ABC, Jesper Dahlback, kango's stein massive, Lyres, Anthony Braxton, Man Parrish, Maurizio, Marcia Griffiths, Model 500, Sight & Sound, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Negative Approach, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The Invisible, The Beau Brummels, Harpers Bizarre, Funkadelic, Aaron Thompson, Hasil Adkins, Das Ding, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Offenders, Amon Düül, Skaos, Godley & Creme, Eurythmics, Gang Gang Dance, Electric Light Orchestra, Lindisfarne, Marvin Gaye, Boredoms, K-Klass, The Associates, Cybotron, The Zeros, Rekid, The Divine Comedy, Gregory Isaacs, The Sisters of Mercy, Chris Corsano, Stetsasonic, DJ Style, Au Pairs, The Techniques, Monolake, Surgeon, Derrick May, Section 25, Ornette Coleman, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Mark Hollis, Peter & Gordon, Groovy Waters, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.

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)