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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.

All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kas Product, The Dead C, the Sonics, MC5, Amazonics, The Gories, Aswad, Todd Terry, Harry Pussy, Ohio Players, Boogie Down Productions, JFA, Porter Ricks, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Stereo Dub, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Qualms, the Association, Bobbi Humphrey, The Durutti Column, It's A Beautiful Day, Crispy Ambulance, Half Japanese, Deepchord, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Inner City, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Peter and Kerry, Yellowson, Blancmange, Pagans, PIL, Boredoms, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Yusef Lateef, Pole, Lalann, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Bizarre Inc., Lightning Bolt, Arab on Radar, Aloha Tigers, James Chance & The Contortions, Patti Smith, Avey Tare, Fluxion, Nick Fraelich, Mad Mike, Sam Rivers, Nas, Section 25, Soul II Soul, The Birthday Party, CMW, Mo-Dettes, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Isaac Hayes, The Blackbyrds, The Smiths, China Crisis, Iggy Pop, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.

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)