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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.

All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jesper Dahlback, The Walker Brothers, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Chris & Cosey, 8 Eyed Spy, Thompson Twins, The Slackers, The Gun Club, Grey Daturas, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Groovy Waters, Sparks, X-Ray Spex, K-Klass, Ponytail, Flamin' Groovies, Kerrie Biddell, Talk Talk, Kas Product, The Beau Brummels, Barrington Levy, Eve St. Jones, Lindisfarne, Warsaw, the Soft Cell, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Popol Vuh, Television Personalities, Peter and Kerry, Skaos, Can, The Fortunes, Donny Hathaway, Blake Baxter, Sly & The Family Stone, Fatback Band, Joe Smooth, Visage, Liaisons Dangereuses, U.S. Maple, Unrelated Segments, Fat Boys, Kaleidoscope, Sandy B, Robert Görl, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Supertramp, Public Image Ltd., Sexual Harrassment, Louis and Bebe Barron, Index, Joey Negro, Camouflage, Rufus Thomas, Bill Near, AZ, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Joensuu 1685, The Music Machine, Severed Heads, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.

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)