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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.

All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Susan Cadogan, Basic Channel, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Qualms, Black Flag, Johnny Osbourne, Derrick Morgan, the Association, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Anakelly, Dorothy Ashby, Depeche Mode, The Smiths, B.T. Express, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Thee Headcoats, Dawn Penn, The Alarm Clocks, Sandy B, Davy DMX, The Mighty Diamonds, Royal Trux, Black Moon, Freddie Wadling, Nils Olav, Jandek, Colin Newman, Black Sheep, Swell Maps, Vladislav Delay, The J.B.'s, The Star Department, L. Decosne, Das Ding, Kaleidoscope, Television, Alison Limerick, World's Most, New Age Steppers, Tomorrow, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Unrelated Segments, Laurel Aitken, Radiohead, Chris Corsano, Negative Approach, Quadrant, China Crisis, The Detroit Cobras, Unwound, Symarip, The Sound, Skriet, The Litter, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Massinfluence, Popol Vuh, Howard Jones, Terry Callier, Hasil Adkins, The Tremeloes, Patti Smith, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.

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)