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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.

All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

a-ha, Max Romeo, Grauzone, Technova, Malaria!, Graham Central Station, Pylon, Wings, Jerry Gold Smith, ABBA, Steve Hackett, Dead Boys, Jesper Dahlback, The American Breed, Thee Headcoats, Funky Four + One, Don Cherry, Siglo XX, Underground Resistance, Blossom Toes, Isaac Hayes, Fifty Foot Hose, Gang of Four, The Happenings, Mission of Burma, Stereo Dub, Amazonics, Tomorrow, Boredoms, U.S. Maple, Bad Manners, Byron Stingily, The Victims, Soft Machine, Ituana, Matthew Bourne, Chris & Cosey, Kings Of Tomorrow, The Misunderstood, Eden Ahbez, Eric B and Rakim, John Lydon, Bill Wells, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Nik Kershaw, Zapp, Von Mondo, The Young Rascals, Fela Kuti, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Hot Snakes, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, the Soft Cell, Althea and Donna, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Drexciya, Bizarre Inc., Roger Hodgson, Ajijia Myrayebe, T.S.O.L., Ralphi Rosario, Marmalade, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.

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)