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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.

All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Raincoats, Jerry's Kids, Cheater Slicks, Unrelated Segments, Fatback Band, The Wake, Todd Terry, Young Marble Giants, K-Klass, Kaleidoscope, the Bar-Kays, June Days, The Fall, Sam Rivers, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Jandek, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Albert Ayler, Sandy B, Khruangbin, Duran Duran, AZ, Flipper, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Derrick May, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, David Bowie, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Royal Family And The Poor, Wings, Funkadelic, Mr. Review, Sight & Sound, The Kinks, Soul Sonic Force, Eric B and Rakim, Yazoo, Easy Going, Heavy D & The Boyz, Yellowson, In Retrospect, Swell Maps, MDC, Matthew Halsall, 10cc, Vladislav Delay, The Blues Magoos, Selector Dub Narcotic, Moebius, Crispian St. Peters, Cabaret Voltaire, Dawn Penn, Alice Coltrane, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Al Stewart, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.

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)