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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.

All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Swell Maps, Junior Murvin, 48th St. Collective, Neu!, Electric Light Orchestra, Johnny Clarke, Liliput, Brass Construction, Deakin, Marmalade, The Real Kids, Big Daddy Kane, Deepchord, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Yusef Lateef, Lebanon Hanover, Bush Tetras, The Shadows of Knight, Bluetip, Lonnie Liston Smith, Main Source, Cybotron, Pylon, Roy Ayers, The Young Rascals, Country Teasers, Grauzone, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Ash Ra Tempel, Bill Near, Derrick Morgan, Piero Umiliani, Echospace, Lou Reed & John Cale, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Anthony Braxton, Josef K, Urselle, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Derrick May, Underground Resistance, Spoonie Gee, Aloha Tigers, Livin' Joy, Gian Franco Pienzio, Tres Demented, Anakelly, Scrapy, Bobby Byrd, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Heaven 17, Joy Division, Sad Lovers and Giants, David McCallum, Pantaleimon, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Lee Hazlewood, Radiopuhelimet, Niagra, Blancmange, Amon Düül II, Eyeless In Gaza, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.

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)