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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.

All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Audionom, Nik Kershaw, Hasil Adkins, Mark Hollis, The Techniques, Reuben Wilson, DeepChord presents Echospace, Darondo, Procol Harum, June of 44, Talk Talk, Ludus, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, the Fania All-Stars, John Cale, Ossler, Steve Hackett, Pet Shop Boys, Sixth Finger, Dennis Brown, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Sound, Minutemen, June Days, Funkadelic, Nation of Ulysses, Parry Music, Ken Boothe, Kerri Chandler, The Fall, Amon Düül II, Mission of Burma, Lakeside, Gastr Del Sol, Pantytec, Erasure, Pylon, Sound Behaviour, Sexual Harrassment, The Kinks, Roy Ayers, Maleditus Sound, Johnny Clarke, Ice-T, Index, Can, Underground Resistance, Wings, The Young Rascals, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Thee Headcoats, Don Cherry, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Fire Engines, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Electric Prunes, Basic Channel, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Visage, The Mojo Men, Arthur Verocai, Scion, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.

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)