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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.

All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Vaughan Mason & Crew, Fear, Juan Atkins, DJ Style, Letta Mbulu, Danielle Patucci, Oneida, Amon Düül, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Sun Ra, Fad Gadget, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Moody Blues, DeepChord presents Echospace, X-Ray Spex, Lakeside, Malaria!, The Sisters of Mercy, Easy Going, Sound Behaviour, Barclay James Harvest, Lou Reed & John Cale, New Order, Todd Terry, Prince Buster, This Heat, Swans, Minnie Riperton, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Darondo, Joe Smooth, Soul Sonic Force, The Blackbyrds, Pylon, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Peter and Kerry, Bob Dylan, One Last Wish, Ten City, KRS-One, Crispy Ambulance, Young Marble Giants, Wings, Fifty Foot Hose, Marc Almond, Main Source, Gregory Isaacs, Rotary Connection, Royal Trux, Liaisons Dangereuses, Tears for Fears, Outsiders, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Joyce Sims, Infiniti, Camouflage, The Barracudas, The Fortunes, Gerry Rafferty, Goldenarms, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Altered Images, Pere Ubu, Sällskapet, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.

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)