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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.

All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

Pulsallama, Youth Brigade, Interpol, The Monochrome Set, D'Angelo, Pantaleimon, Lightning Bolt, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Basic Channel, The Smoke, The Mighty Diamonds, Skarface, The Standells, Depeche Mode, Section 25, Echospace, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Althea and Donna, Flipper, Pussy Galore, The Mojo Men, The Gories, The Angels of Light, Spoonie Gee, Au Pairs, The Seeds, Echo & the Bunnymen, Niagra, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Danielle Patucci, Soulsonic Force, The Real Kids, The Associates, Deepchord, The Divine Comedy, The Sisters of Mercy, Chris Corsano, Yellowson, Icehouse, The Dave Clark Five, Ralphi Rosario, Derrick Morgan, Black Pus, the Slits, Byron Stingily, Erykah Badu, The Skatalites, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, T. Rex, Nation of Ulysses, Black Bananas, The Neon Judgement, Big Daddy Kane, Neu!, Wolf Eyes, OOIOO, Masters at Work, Tropical Tobacco, John Holt, Michelle Simonal, 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)