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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.

All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

the Association, Eric B and Rakim, These Immortal Souls, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Stooges, Dennis Brown, The Pretty Things, Steve Hackett, Sunsets and Hearts, Fad Gadget, Harmonia, Kayak, Altered Images, Eric Copeland, The Martian, Junior Murvin, Gil Scott Heron, Echo & the Bunnymen, Nation of Ulysses, Electric Light Orchestra, Warren Ellis, R.M.O., The Happenings, EPMD, Selector Dub Narcotic, Pagans, Country Teasers, Andrew Hill, Gerry Rafferty, The Grass Roots, Donald Byrd, The Blackbyrds, Robert Görl, The Sonics, Newcleus, Chrome, The Gories, Nik Kershaw, H. Thieme, Kerri Chandler, Wally Richardson, Lucky Dragons, The Mojo Men, Man Eating Sloth, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Fuzztones, Public Image Ltd., Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Erykah Badu, Con Funk Shun, Peter and Kerry, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Loose Ends, Absolute Body Control, DJ Style, Icehouse, KRS-One, Oblivians, Cymande, The Cowsills, Ossler, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.

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)