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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.

All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Mo-Dettes, Popol Vuh, 48th St. Collective, Todd Rundgren, Joy Division, Alice Coltrane, Marcia Griffiths, Heaven 17, Amon Düül, Von Mondo, The Index, Eden Ahbez, Gil Scott Heron, E-Dancer, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Goldenarms, Q65, Circle Jerks, Kool Moe Dee, Aloha Tigers, Bobby Hutcherson, Marc Almond, The Kinks, Deakin, Kango’s Stein Massive, Todd Terry, Dead Boys, Gian Franco Pienzio, Aural Exciters, Das Ding, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Howard Jones, DNA, Masters at Work, The Blues Magoos, Desert Stars, The Smoke, 8 Eyed Spy, Matthew Halsall, Throbbing Gristle, These Immortal Souls, X-101, Hoover, Kaleidoscope, DeepChord presents Echospace, Schoolly D, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Laurel Aitken, Junior Murvin, Hashim, The Royal Family And The Poor, Anakelly, Hardrive, Max Romeo, Spandau Ballet, Amon Düül II, Archie Shepp, Icehouse, The Techniques, The Cure, MC5, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.

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)