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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.

All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Juan Atkins, The Smoke, Lucky Dragons, Masters at Work, Ohio Players, Warren Ellis, Make Up, Wally Richardson, The Moleskins, The Index, Massinfluence, Soul II Soul, Flash Fearless, Flipper, Yusef Lateef, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Marshall Jefferson, Dead Boys, Mr. Review, New York Dolls, The Blackbyrds, Jandek, The Black Dice, The Gap Band, Eric B and Rakim, The Shadows of Knight, Skriet, Groovy Waters, Delta 5, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, X-Ray Spex, Rapeman, Gastr Del Sol, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Leaves, Arthur Verocai, Quantec, The Selecter, Depeche Mode, The Mummies, China Crisis, Glambeats Corp., The Dead C, Henry Cow, Grey Daturas, The Motions, Sound Behaviour, Chris & Cosey, The Count Five, Ash Ra Tempel, Fort Wilson Riot, Agitation Free, Slave, Cybotron, Audionom, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Albert Ayler, Sly & The Family Stone, Q65, Arab on Radar, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.

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)