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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.

All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Eurythmics, The Flesh Eaters, The Doors, Wire, Traffic Nightmare, Loose Ends, Pet Shop Boys, Mars, The Red Krayola, Ash Ra Tempel, David Bowie, The Blackbyrds, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The Seeds, Livin' Joy, Lou Reed & Metallica, Yellowson, Todd Terry, World's Most, Echospace, Eddi Front, Aswad, Joey Negro, Glenn Branca, Black Moon, OOIOO, Tommy Roe, Pharoah Sanders, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Basic Channel, Main Source, Talk Talk, Robert Görl, Larry & the Blue Notes, Funkadelic, The Tremeloes, Niagra, The Gladiators, Kevin Saunderson, Agent Orange, Eric B and Rakim, Frankie Knuckles, Archie Shepp, Babytalk, Unrelated Segments, The Pretty Things, Mo-Dettes, Cabaret Voltaire, JFA, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rites of Spring, Kool Moe Dee, Ten City, Massinfluence, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Gastr Del Sol, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Letta Mbulu, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.

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)