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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.

All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

FM Einheit, Soul II Soul, Theoretical Girls, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Music Machine, Organ, Michelle Simonal, Symarip, Joy Division, The Angels of Light, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, The Stooges, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Mad Mike, The Evens, Wolf Eyes, Thompson Twins, The Gories, Infiniti, The Associates, Kerrie Biddell, Ultravox, Sight & Sound, Blake Baxter, The Monochrome Set, Rapeman, The Leaves, June of 44, Echo & the Bunnymen, Bill Wells, Ultra Naté, Black Moon, Danielle Patucci, Malaria!, DeepChord presents Echospace, Mandrill, Letta Mbulu, Soft Machine, Funkadelic, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Bootsy Collins, Bronski Beat, Joensuu 1685, Nik Kershaw, The Busters, kango's stein massive, Thee Headcoats, Drive Like Jehu, Pagans, Delon & Dalcan, The Birthday Party, Parry Music, Erasure, Cal Tjader, Yellowson, The Sisters of Mercy, Anakelly, Eddi Front, Lightning Bolt, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Black Bananas, Brass Construction, Second Layer, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.

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)