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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.

All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gang Starr, the Human League, Wire, June of 44, Mission of Burma, Organ, Alison Limerick, Simply Red, Frankie Knuckles, Boogie Down Productions, Jacques Brel, Letta Mbulu, June Days, Roger Hodgson, Morten Harket, CMW, Vladislav Delay, Babytalk, The New Christs, Eve St. Jones, Dead Boys, Ultravox, the Slits, The Residents, Sonic Youth, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Quadrant, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Doobie Brothers, Freddie Wadling, It's A Beautiful Day, Flamin' Groovies, Reuben Wilson, The Monks, Dorothy Ashby, Jeff Lynne, Tears for Fears, Ultimate Spinach, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Moody Blues, Mandrill, Monks, The Velvet Underground, Agitation Free, Bootsy Collins, Tres Demented, Cluster, Cybotron, Main Source, Thompson Twins, Deadbeat, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Gang of Four, Mad Mike, Peter and Kerry, Soft Machine, Hardrive, A Certain Ratio, Metal Thangz, Kool Moe Dee, Clear Light, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.

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)