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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.

All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Maleditus Sound, Marshall Jefferson, Jesper Dahlback, Beasts of Bourbon, Interpol, Sun Ra Arkestra, Talk Talk, Organ, Masters at Work, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Eli Mardock, Peter and Kerry, Matthew Halsall, X-102, Pulsallama, One Last Wish, Skaos, The Pop Group, Ten City, Cabaret Voltaire, MC5, Tubeway Army, Bizarre Inc., Suburban Knight, Fluxion, Black Flag, The Count Five, The Cure, The Cosmic Jokers, Jeff Lynne, Rhythm & Sound, Joy Division, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Radiohead, Black Bananas, The Red Krayola, Thee Headcoats, Gian Franco Pienzio, Rites of Spring, The Electric Prunes, Shoche, Can, Soft Cell, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Saints, The Monks, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Erasure, The Birthday Party, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Eric Copeland, Sarah Menescal, Steve Hackett, The Knickerbockers, Toni Rubio, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Bootsy Collins, The Dirtbombs, Minor Threat, Roy Ayers, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.

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)