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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.

All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

David Axelrod, Pierre Henry, Buzzcocks, Icehouse, Stereo Dub, Todd Rundgren, Erasure, Joy Division, Sun City Girls, Sun Ra Arkestra, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Eden Ahbez, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kerrie Biddell, Roy Ayers, James White and The Blacks, Absolute Body Control, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Soul Sonic Force, Sonny Sharrock, Oblivians, Jesper Dahlbäck, Barrington Levy, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Loose Ends, Nik Kershaw, CMW, Michelle Simonal, Aaron Thompson, Fela Kuti, DJ Style, Vladislav Delay, Joyce Sims, Simply Red, Livin' Joy, Liaisons Dangereuses, Funky Four + One, The Cure, Amon Düül, John Cale, Harry Pussy, Severed Heads, The Neon Judgement, The Birthday Party, Soul II Soul, 8 Eyed Spy, Arthur Verocai, Jerry Gold Smith, Crooked Eye, Sandy B, June of 44, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, The Names, The Kinks, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Fatback Band, Piero Umiliani, Gong, Arcadia, The Detroit Cobras, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, John Foxx, The Sisters of Mercy, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.

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)