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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.

All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Tommy Roe, Sonic Youth, Sixth Finger, The Misunderstood, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Chocolate Watch Band, K-Klass, Television Personalities, Henry Cow, The Wake, Davy DMX, Shoche, Fluxion, Eden Ahbez, D'Angelo, Arcadia, Quantec, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Mary Jane Girls, The Grass Roots, Freddie Wadling, Suicide, MDC, Steve Hackett, Los Fastidios, The Blackbyrds, Crash Course in Science, Yusef Lateef, Sight & Sound, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Urselle, Tom Boy, Marmalade, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Leonard Cohen, Visage, The Gap Band, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, CMW, Soulsonic Force, Marvin Gaye, The Techniques, Jeru the Damaja, Yellowson, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, U.S. Maple, Sparks, Nas, Byron Stingily, Loose Ends, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Main Source, The Skatalites, Max Romeo, Ultramagnetic MC's, Negative Approach, Derrick Morgan, Goldenarms, Angry Samoans, Y Pants, Jesper Dahlback, The Smoke, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.

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)