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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.

All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Brick, Whodini, Pantaleimon, 10cc, Easy Going, Drive Like Jehu, DNA, Maleditus Sound, Sun Ra, Jerry Gold Smith, Absolute Body Control, The Last Poets, Intrusion, Lucky Dragons, Wolf Eyes, Sällskapet, Alice Coltrane, The Mojo Men, Talk Talk, Donald Byrd, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Gregory Isaacs, Joensuu 1685, The Gladiators, the Fania All-Stars, Deadbeat, Khruangbin, Depeche Mode, U.S. Maple, Bobby Hutcherson, The Leaves, Rekid, Rufus Thomas, UT, Organ, The Zeros, Funkadelic, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Joey Negro, This Heat, Alison Limerick, Subhumans, Thee Headcoats, The Mummies, The Smoke, the Association, Hot Snakes, The Remains, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Cure, T.S.O.L., The Flesh Eaters, Y Pants, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, A Flock of Seagulls, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Barracudas, Radiohead, The Monks, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.

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)