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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Make Up to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.

All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Neon Judgement, kango's stein massive, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Five Americans, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Electric Prunes, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Flipper, Skriet, Electric Light Orchestra, 8 Eyed Spy, Supertramp, Pierre Henry, 10cc, T. Rex, Youth Brigade, Anakelly, Unwound, The Divine Comedy, Fort Wilson Riot, Archie Shepp, Fifty Foot Hose, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Idris Muhammad, JFA, Cluster, Pet Shop Boys, Blossom Toes, John Coltrane, Bobbi Humphrey, China Crisis, Organ, The Smoke, ABBA, The Sisters of Mercy, Donny Hathaway, the Slits, Lucky Dragons, Talk Talk, The Sonics, FM Einheit, Flash Fearless, The Offenders, Jeff Lynne, Sandy B, The Moody Blues, Gang Starr, Thompson Twins, Don Cherry, Infiniti, Harpers Bizarre, Soft Cell, Minny Pops, The Dave Clark Five, Marshall Jefferson, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Brick, Joe Finger, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.

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)