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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.

All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Bizarre Inc., Moss Icon, Newcleus, Wolf Eyes, Rotary Connection, Bush Tetras, Model 500, John Cale, The Index, Idris Muhammad, Echospace, Sonny Sharrock, Crooked Eye, Panda Bear, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Hashim, David Axelrod, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Monolake, Ultramagnetic MC's, Alton Ellis, Tears for Fears, Aaron Thompson, Warren Ellis, Pantaleimon, Eden Ahbez, Gian Franco Pienzio, The Pretty Things, Kerri Chandler, Royal Trux, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Average White Band, UT, Freddie Wadling, The Knickerbockers, Eric Dolphy, Man Eating Sloth, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Neu!, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Man Parrish, Bad Manners, The Blues Magoos, The Searchers, the Fania All-Stars, Marcia Griffiths, The Smiths, Sister Nancy, Duran Duran, Soft Machine, Deakin, Wally Richardson, Gastr Del Sol, Skriet, It's A Beautiful Day, Ajijia Myrayebe, Magma, Heavy D & The Boyz, Marvin Gaye, Agitation Free, Hot Snakes, Suicide, Lucky Dragons, Main Source, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.

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)