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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.

All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?

Loose Ends, Hoover, Alphaville, Minnie Riperton, Funky Four + One, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Hashim, the Human League, Hasil Adkins, Tres Demented, Whodini, One Last Wish, David Axelrod, Bobby Sherman, L. Decosne, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Essential Logic, Blancmange, Fort Wilson Riot, Wally Richardson, Stereo Dub, Interpol, Deepchord, Terrestrial Tones, The Sisters of Mercy, Hardrive, Ice-T, Jawbox, Dual Sessions, Reuben Wilson, Sun City Girls, Kas Product, Mary Jane Girls, Max Romeo, Echospace, Animal Collective, Popol Vuh, Monks, Neil Young, Camouflage, Audionom, The Associates, Ajijia Myrayebe, Glambeats Corp., Robert Wyatt, Drive Like Jehu, Royal Trux, Susan Cadogan, Television Personalities, Pole, Tomorrow, Michelle Simonal, The Monks, Gastr Del Sol, Kool Moe Dee, Pet Shop Boys, The Zeros, Nick Fraelich, The Shadows of Knight, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.

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)