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 Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.

All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.

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

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Fall, R.M.O., Johnny Osbourne, Amon Düül, Easy Going, DeepChord presents Echospace, Ituana, Terrestrial Tones, Ultimate Spinach, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Cheater Slicks, Sight & Sound, Boredoms, Sunsets and Hearts, Angry Samoans, Nick Fraelich, Freddie Wadling, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, DNA, Lebanon Hanover, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Wasted Youth, Fad Gadget, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Offenders, Basic Channel, Cal Tjader, David McCallum, Country Joe & The Fish, Throbbing Gristle, Eric Copeland, Lalann, Idris Muhammad, Electric Light Orchestra, The Sonics, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The Raincoats, The Moody Blues, Flamin' Groovies, Toni Rubio, The Pop Group, Marcia Griffiths, Flipper, Lungfish, Organ, Echo & the Bunnymen, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Byron Stingily, Guru Guru, DJ Sneak, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Jeff Mills, Fifty Foot Hose, Gian Franco Pienzio, Pagans, Man Parrish, Brand Nubian, Bobby Hutcherson, Inner City, Darondo, Deakin, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.

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)