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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.

All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rhythm & Sound, Q and Not U, Lee Hazlewood, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Stockholm Monsters, Aloha Tigers, The Velvet Underground, Desert Stars, Public Enemy, Mission of Burma, Derrick Morgan, The American Breed, The Pretty Things, The Stooges, Slick Rick, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Schoolly D, The United States of America, The J.B.'s, The Golliwogs, Organ, Ultramagnetic MC's, Danielle Patucci, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Dorothy Ashby, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Moss Icon, Jeff Lynne, Marmalade, Man Parrish, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scratch Acid, Arthur Verocai, R.M.O., AZ, Pulsallama, The Gladiators, Terry Callier, U.S. Maple, Larry & the Blue Notes, Pere Ubu, Lakeside, Animal Collective, David McCallum, Bauhaus, kango's stein massive, Gong, Oneida, Minutemen, Joey Negro, Radiohead, Neil Young, Scion, Eli Mardock, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Brass Construction, Echospace, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Radio Birdman, Gang Starr, Chrome, Skaos, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.

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)