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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.

All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Warren Ellis, The Young Rascals, Sandy B, In Retrospect, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Selecter, Little Man, Fat Boys, Kevin Saunderson, Bluetip, Malaria!, John Coltrane, Ultra Naté, Sound Behaviour, X-101, Bronski Beat, The Red Krayola, Mo-Dettes, Rufus Thomas, The Happenings, Surgeon, David Bowie, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Mad Mike, Henry Cow, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Gap Band, Whodini, the Fania All-Stars, The Slackers, James Chance & The Contortions, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Talk Talk, Soft Machine, New Order, Wolf Eyes, Country Joe & The Fish, Louis and Bebe Barron, Aural Exciters, Jeff Mills, Lindisfarne, The Beau Brummels, The Residents, Delta 5, Bauhaus, Hoover, Japan, Donny Hathaway, Jerry's Kids, Marshall Jefferson, Scrapy, Man Parrish, Vainqueur, Pantaleimon, Morten Harket, Laurel Aitken, Boz Scaggs, Lungfish, Oblivians, The Wake, Grandmaster Flash, Reuben Wilson, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.

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)