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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.

All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Delta 5, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Colin Newman, Yazoo, Accadde A, Dave Gahan, Sixth Finger, The Fall, Fifty Foot Hose, Zero Boys, Essential Logic, Main Source, Rapeman, T. Rex, Robert Görl, Pierre Henry, Ronan, The Chocolate Watch Band, Matthew Halsall, Derrick May, Archie Shepp, Cal Tjader, Tom Boy, The Fuzztones, Bronski Beat, Yaz, Al Stewart, Lee Hazlewood, Iggy Pop, Rites of Spring, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Girls At Our Best!, Ajijia Myrayebe, Erykah Badu, Goldenarms, Royal Trux, The Associates, Crispian St. Peters, the Soft Cell, Bush Tetras, Masters at Work, La Düsseldorf, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Fatback Band, The Alarm Clocks, Swans, Todd Terry, The Skatalites, Lebanon Hanover, DJ Sneak, The Dave Clark Five, Marcia Griffiths, The Royal Family And The Poor, Pere Ubu, Model 500, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, The J.B.'s, The Mojo Men, Cymande, Monolake, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, EPMD, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.

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)