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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.

All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Barbara Tucker, Jeff Lynne, Sex Pistols, The Fire Engines, Yusef Lateef, Chrome, Robert Wyatt, Make Up, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Guru Guru, Fatback Band, The New Christs, Funkadelic, Alison Limerick, Rites of Spring, Simply Red, a-ha, Lalo Schifrin, Sandy B, Liaisons Dangereuses, Sonic Youth, DeepChord presents Echospace, Brand Nubian, Brothers Johnson, 8 Eyed Spy, the Bar-Kays, Lonnie Liston Smith, Alphaville, The Slits, Wings, Gang Green, The Gap Band, Sparks, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Zeros, Lalann, Bob Dylan, Don Cherry, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Model 500, Royal Trux, Grauzone, Second Layer, Icehouse, Johnny Osbourne, Sound Behaviour, Groovy Waters, Radiopuhelimet, Ajijia Myrayebe, Eve St. Jones, Blossom Toes, The Remains, Thompson Twins, Panda Bear, The Martian, Peter and Kerry, The Fuzztones, Mantronix, Mars, the Fania All-Stars, Isaac Hayes, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.

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)