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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.

All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

Rakim, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The American Breed, The Motions, Fugazi, The Shadows of Knight, The Five Americans, John Cale, Camberwell Now, Nico, Joe Finger, Cameo, Pierre Henry, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Rotary Connection, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Hardrive, Todd Terry, Average White Band, Sparks, Quadrant, Barrington Levy, Moby Grape, Lou Reed, Von Mondo, Adolescents, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The Smoke, The Fuzztones, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Thee Headcoats, Nation of Ulysses, Qualms, Bootsy's Rubber Band, The Zeros, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, New Order, Steve Hackett, Anthony Braxton, Gabor Szabo, Pylon, David Bowie, The Sonics, The Moleskins, The Tremeloes, Sun Ra Arkestra, Byron Stingily, Junior Murvin, Angry Samoans, Piero Umiliani, Vainqueur, Franke, The Monochrome Set, Dawn Penn, Kerrie Biddell, Sällskapet, Jacques Brel, Soul II Soul, UT, The Doobie Brothers, The Music Machine, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.

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)