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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.

All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Johnny Clarke, Japan, Rosa Yemen, MDC, Dennis Brown, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Sister Nancy, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Lalo Schifrin, Reuben Wilson, Smog, Bad Manners, Eddi Front, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), the Slits, Tubeway Army, Jeff Mills, June Days, Youth Brigade, Scrapy, Marcia Griffiths, The Victims, Yellowson, Pierre Henry, Von Mondo, Index, Derrick May, Wire, Eric Dolphy, Gil Scott Heron, Kerri Chandler, Y Pants, Chrome, Pet Shop Boys, Soft Machine, Carl Craig, Donald Byrd, Harry Pussy, Yazoo, Terry Callier, Ralphi Rosario, The Human League, Agitation Free, Ajijia Myrayebe, Blake Baxter, Can, Fatback Band, R.M.O., Animal Collective, Fort Wilson Riot, The Mummies, ABBA, The Cosmic Jokers, Louis and Bebe Barron, John Cale, Banda Bassotti, The American Breed, Neil Young, Masters at Work, Chris Corsano, Bang On A Can, Moebius, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.

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)