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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.

All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Essential Logic, The Mojo Men, Royal Trux, Niagra, Guru Guru, Gang of Four, Cymande, Lightning Bolt, The Wake, The Fuzztones, Erykah Badu, Public Image Ltd., The Offenders, Sparks, Michelle Simonal, Lower 48, Ash Ra Tempel, Mr. Review, Tres Demented, Oblivians, Ultravox, Make Up, the Association, Outsiders, Juan Atkins, Franke, Nik Kershaw, John Holt, Smog, Tim Buckley, Avey Tare, The Techniques, Hoover, Glambeats Corp., The Angels of Light, Main Source, Ossler, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Chocolate Watch Band, Maurizio, Neil Young, The Blues Magoos, Accadde A, The Cramps, KRS-One, Young Marble Giants, The Happenings, Swell Maps, Dawn Penn, Charles Mingus, Graham Central Station, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, It's A Beautiful Day, Skriet, Liaisons Dangereuses, Althea and Donna, Eric Copeland, The Royal Family And The Poor, Kerri Chandler, Rotary Connection, Ultra Naté, The Moleskins, JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.

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)