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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.

All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Barbara Tucker, Fela Kuti, Crime, Marc Almond, The Doors, the Swans, Y Pants, Robert Hood, Yazoo, The Grass Roots, Reuben Wilson, Soul Sonic Force, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Girls At Our Best!, a-ha, Harry Pussy, Rapeman, The Walker Brothers, The Selecter, The Royal Family And The Poor, Monolake, Echospace, The Wake, The Mummies, UT, Liaisons Dangereuses, Jacques Brel, Wire, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Mo-Dettes, New Age Steppers, Livin' Joy, New Order, Sonic Youth, The Zeros, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Ponytail, Faust, Lalann, The Fortunes, Dark Day, Rosa Yemen, The Neon Judgement, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Deakin, DJ Sneak, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Slick Rick, Fear, China Crisis, Flamin' Groovies, The Electric Prunes, The Searchers, Bush Tetras, The Black Dice, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Electric Prunes, Rhythm & Sound, Barclay James Harvest, Television Personalities, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.

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)