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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Peter & Gordon, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, The Cure, Roxette, Clear Light, F. McDonald, cv313, Barclay James Harvest, Radiohead, The Sound, Second Layer, Reuben Wilson, Bobbi Humphrey, Livin' Joy, The Stooges, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Avey Tare, Derrick Morgan, The Happenings, Eurythmics, Wally Richardson, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Shoche, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Morten Harket, Scrapy, R.M.O., The Buckinghams, The Smiths, Ten City, Warsaw, Terry Callier, Skriet, Robert Hood, Jeff Mills, Joy Division, Camberwell Now, Make Up, Bluetip, Dennis Brown, Model 500, John Cale, Urselle, Oneida, The Beau Brummels, Nick Fraelich, Main Source, The Toasters, Marshall Jefferson, New Order, Sad Lovers and Giants, Lower 48, Tomorrow, Lonnie Liston Smith, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Robert Wyatt, Gil Scott Heron, Bill Wells, Connie Case, Andrew Hill, Zero Boys, Charles Mingus, The Misunderstood, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.

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)