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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.

All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soul II Soul, Gang of Four, The Move, Popol Vuh, MDC, Peter & Gordon, Liliput, Prince Buster, Fatback Band, The New Christs, Pierre Henry, The Leaves, the Swans, DJ Sneak, Andrew Hill, Malaria!, KRS-One, Joe Finger, Nico, The Gap Band, Robert Görl, Bush Tetras, K-Klass, Sound Behaviour, Aswad, The Happenings, Public Enemy, Interpol, The Trojans, Mark Hollis, The Human League, The Pretty Things, Second Layer, The Grass Roots, The Last Poets, Fear, Main Source, Matthew Bourne, The Index, The Gun Club, The Smiths, Boz Scaggs, Bootsy Collins, Technova, Hot Snakes, Johnny Osbourne, Ornette Coleman, Altered Images, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Visage, Rakim, E-Dancer, Max Romeo, Von Mondo, Neil Young, John Coltrane, Sandy B, Fugazi, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The United States of America, Al Stewart, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.

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)