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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.

All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Dark Day, Joe Finger, Nils Olav, Smog, World's Most, the Association, Prince Buster, 8 Eyed Spy, Gang Gang Dance, Ludus, Rufus Thomas, The Blues Magoos, Eddi Front, Cybotron, Scan 7, Theoretical Girls, London Community Gospel Choir, Malaria!, Pole, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Knickerbockers, Index, The Dirtbombs, Alison Limerick, Pagans, The Modern Lovers, Tim Buckley, Gastr Del Sol, Joe Smooth, Donald Byrd, Sarah Menescal, Donny Hathaway, The Associates, Banda Bassotti, James Chance & The Contortions, New York Dolls, Hardrive, The Selecter, Ultravox, Desert Stars, Electric Light Orchestra, Henry Cow, Cecil Taylor, T. Rex, Sonny Sharrock, Rapeman, Intrusion, Stetsasonic, MDC, Monks, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Vladislav Delay, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Unwound, Youth Brigade, Fifty Foot Hose, Reagan Youth, Model 500, Radio Birdman, Flipper, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.

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)