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 Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.

All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Rotary Connection, Johnny Osbourne, Soul Sonic Force, Television Personalities, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Lucky Dragons, Avey Tare, Sad Lovers and Giants, Loose Ends, Radio Birdman, Mr. Review, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Schoolly D, These Immortal Souls, Sun Ra, The Techniques, The Saints, Dawn Penn, The Moody Blues, The Count Five, the Normal, EPMD, Barrington Levy, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Talk Talk, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Danielle Patucci, Lou Christie, Monolake, The Dead C, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Mummies, Dave Gahan, Roxy Music, Panda Bear, Sugar Minott, Shuggie Otis, Technova, The Walker Brothers, The Move, Suburban Knight, Sonny Sharrock, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, KRS-One, Patti Smith, Scion, Oneida, Kool Moe Dee, Michelle Simonal, Pantaleimon, Intrusion, The Blues Magoos, Funkadelic, Ken Boothe, Brass Construction, Moby Grape, Juan Atkins, the Bar-Kays, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.

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)