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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.

All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Fad Gadget, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Index, Throbbing Gristle, Kayak, Section 25, D'Angelo, Eric Copeland, Steve Hackett, Unwound, Harpers Bizarre, Hasil Adkins, Minnie Riperton, The Mojo Men, Thee Headcoats, Joyce Sims, Monks, Silicon Teens, Bill Near, Cal Tjader, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Duran Duran, Bang On A Can, Gang Starr, Ludus, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Lyres, Donald Byrd, Tommy Roe, Gian Franco Pienzio, F. McDonald, Erasure, Crash Course in Science, Blake Baxter, Lower 48, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Albert Ayler, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, DeepChord presents Echospace, Echo & the Bunnymen, Eden Ahbez, Wire, the Human League, Jimmy McGriff, Skaos, Liaisons Dangereuses, Flash Fearless, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Quadrant, John Lydon, The Happenings, Scientists, Vainqueur, Gregory Isaacs, Guru Guru, Joey Negro, X-Ray Spex, Mo-Dettes, Absolute Body Control, Accadde A, H. Thieme, The Dave Clark Five, Mark Hollis, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.

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)