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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.

All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Moby Grape, Cameo, Altered Images, Blossom Toes, Absolute Body Control, DeepChord presents Echospace, Harpers Bizarre, JFA, Flipper, James White and The Blacks, Eric Dolphy, Lee Hazlewood, Aloha Tigers, Echo & the Bunnymen, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Parry Music, Erasure, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Soul Sonic Force, Country Teasers, Eric B and Rakim, The Zeros, Peter and Kerry, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Gerry Rafferty, Oblivians, The Litter, Ossler, Chris Corsano, Bush Tetras, Arcadia, Sex Pistols, Monolake, David Axelrod, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Little Man, Tubeway Army, Cymande, Fat Boys, Lou Reed & John Cale, Laurel Aitken, The Associates, Sun City Girls, Television, Theoretical Girls, Lungfish, Wally Richardson, Nils Olav, the Fania All-Stars, Iggy Pop, The Modern Lovers, Jesper Dahlback, H. Thieme, Eden Ahbez, Echospace, Duran Duran, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, China Crisis, Bobby Womack, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.

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)