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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.

All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Techniques, These Immortal Souls, Arab on Radar, The Selecter, Deakin, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Underground Resistance, Pierre Henry, The Litter, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Easy Going, JFA, Slick Rick, The Walker Brothers, Clear Light, Gabor Szabo, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Trojans, Eric Copeland, kango's stein massive, Cluster, Surgeon, Ultravox, Gichy Dan, Minor Threat, Delta 5, Joyce Sims, Magma, Basic Channel, Nico, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Pulsallama, The Golliwogs, Crime, E-Dancer, The Remains, Big Daddy Kane, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The Sonics, Symarip, Aaron Thompson, DeepChord presents Echospace, Rufus Thomas, Skarface, Gang Green, PIL, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Fifty Foot Hose, Jeff Mills, The Toasters, Bronski Beat, Lou Reed & John Cale, Spoonie Gee, FM Einheit, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Black Flag, Aloha Tigers, Reuben Wilson, Alison Limerick, Michelle Simonal, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.

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)