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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tubeway Army 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.

All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion 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?

Intrusion, Dorothy Ashby, Erykah Badu, Basic Channel, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Matthew Halsall, Grandmaster Flash, Bob Dylan, Soul II Soul, 48th St. Collective, Fort Wilson Riot, Essential Logic, Scion, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Howard Jones, Lalann, The Barracudas, Jerry's Kids, Los Fastidios, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Alison Limerick, Warren Ellis, L. Decosne, Pylon, Soulsonic Force, Massinfluence, Nick Fraelich, Althea and Donna, Index, Fluxion, Sonic Youth, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Ultimate Spinach, Idris Muhammad, The Buckinghams, Pole, Oneida, Alphaville, Eli Mardock, Barry Ungar, The Gories, The Shadows of Knight, Grauzone, R.M.O., The Gun Club, Eden Ahbez, Roxy Music, Sex Pistols, the Germs, The Martian, The Sound, Steve Hackett, Sugar Minott, Susan Cadogan, Bobby Sherman, the Association, New Order, Sparks, Cybotron, Michelle Simonal, Jacques Brel, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.

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)