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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.

All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Alphaville, Sun Ra Arkestra, the Sonics, Glambeats Corp., Tommy Roe, Gabor Szabo, Mark Hollis, Black Sheep, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Jandek, Throbbing Gristle, Monks, Rhythm & Sound, Skaos, a-ha, Brass Construction, Anakelly, Porter Ricks, Tomorrow, Jimmy McGriff, MC5, The Moleskins, Jacques Brel, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Tubeway Army, The Litter, Talk Talk, Larry & the Blue Notes, Ash Ra Tempel, Lalo Schifrin, Harmonia, Pole, Scientists, Mary Jane Girls, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Second Layer, Pet Shop Boys, The Standells, Ossler, Smog, The Fire Engines, Freddie Wadling, Joey Negro, Eve St. Jones, Schoolly D, Sight & Sound, Rosa Yemen, Yazoo, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Quadrant, Michelle Simonal, John Holt, Amazonics, Ronnie Foster, Lakeside, Don Cherry, FM Einheit, Jacob Miller, Boogie Down Productions, Moebius, Minnie Riperton, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.

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)