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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.

All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sarah Menescal, Eyeless In Gaza, The Golliwogs, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Crispy Ambulance, Lalann, The Sound, Sixth Finger, Supertramp, Heavy D & The Boyz, Barbara Tucker, Ralphi Rosario, Motorama, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Frankie Knuckles, Robert Wyatt, Brand Nubian, Marmalade, MDC, Adolescents, Mark Hollis, Reuben Wilson, Jesper Dahlbäck, Faust, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Unrelated Segments, Hashim, The Knickerbockers, Joy Division, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Soft Machine, Ituana, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Rufus Thomas, Vladislav Delay, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Colin Newman, Sad Lovers and Giants, Isaac Hayes, Schoolly D, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Dawn Penn, Jeff Mills, New Age Steppers, Siouxsie and the Banshees, PIL, The Monks, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Tomorrow, Oneida, Mandrill, Joey Negro, Joensuu 1685, E-Dancer, Skriet, Boredoms, Soul Sonic Force, Junior Murvin, The Durutti Column, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Tears for Fears, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.

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)