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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.

All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sugar Minott, China Crisis, Fear, Cecil Taylor, Drexciya, Bauhaus, Nation of Ulysses, X-101, Inner City, The Fuzztones, Gichy Dan, Visage, Mo-Dettes, Al Stewart, Marc Almond, Spandau Ballet, The Cure, Dorothy Ashby, Section 25, the Slits, The Music Machine, Eden Ahbez, The Knickerbockers, The Buckinghams, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, FM Einheit, the Sonics, Traffic Nightmare, Albert Ayler, Cameo, Warren Ellis, The Skatalites, Lungfish, The Sisters of Mercy, Liaisons Dangereuses, Oneida, The Move, The Chocolate Watch Band, Pantytec, Audionom, The Blackbyrds, Harry Pussy, Cluster, The American Breed, Essential Logic, The Shadows of Knight, Funkadelic, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, A Certain Ratio, Stereo Dub, Qualms, JFA, The Gap Band, The Mighty Diamonds, Deakin, Masters at Work, Siglo XX, Fort Wilson Riot, Theoretical Girls, Sly & The Family Stone, Pulsallama, 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)