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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.

All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Moebius, Camouflage, The Index, Idris Muhammad, Man Parrish, Q65, Little Man, Andrew Hill, The Monks, Moss Icon, Anakelly, The Techniques, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Neon Judgement, Dorothy Ashby, Johnny Osbourne, Lungfish, Black Flag, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Duran Duran, Godley & Creme, Public Enemy, Sun City Girls, Bluetip, Robert Görl, Stetsasonic, Rod Modell, The Remains, Byron Stingily, Vainqueur, Heaven 17, Mo-Dettes, the Normal, Amon Düül, Sunsets and Hearts, Magazine, The Real Kids, Gong, The Associates, Accadde A, Marcia Griffiths, Peter and Kerry, Icehouse, Second Layer, Jerry's Kids, Jeff Lynne, Rekid, Eric Copeland, Pierre Henry, The Raincoats, This Heat, Soulsonic Force, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Sisters of Mercy, Grauzone, Henry Cow, Drexciya, Schoolly D, Y Pants, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.

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)