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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.

All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Invisible, the Normal, The Moody Blues, The Cure, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Dorothy Ashby, One Last Wish, Eurythmics, Rhythm & Sound, Infiniti, The Velvet Underground, Yazoo, Royal Trux, E-Dancer, Eve St. Jones, Minny Pops, Joe Finger, The Flesh Eaters, Outsiders, Ralphi Rosario, Moss Icon, Joyce Sims, Tubeway Army, The Evens, Radiopuhelimet, Lucky Dragons, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Moleskins, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Sly & The Family Stone, Susan Cadogan, Bobby Sherman, Piero Umiliani, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Martian, The Gap Band, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Second Layer, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Aaron Thompson, Ultravox, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Index, World's Most, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Tim Buckley, CMW, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Andrew Hill, June Days, JFA, Dual Sessions, Ronnie Foster, Pulsallama, Bill Near, Mantronix, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Lalo Schifrin, Bobby Womack, It's A Beautiful Day, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.

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)