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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.

All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

a-ha, DNA, Vainqueur, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Evens, B.T. Express, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Anakelly, Main Source, Angry Samoans, Derrick Morgan, The Motions, One Last Wish, Amon Düül II, The Golliwogs, Siglo XX, Radiopuhelimet, Pet Shop Boys, Jeff Lynne, Tears for Fears, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Gap Band, Swell Maps, The Fire Engines, The Royal Family And The Poor, Quantec, Swans, Junior Murvin, Jacob Miller, Lou Reed & Metallica, K-Klass, Suicide, Con Funk Shun, X-102, Aural Exciters, Section 25, Gerry Rafferty, Pylon, A Certain Ratio, Marine Girls, Roxy Music, The Move, Terry Callier, Flipper, The Mummies, Joe Finger, Deepchord, Qualms, Jimmy McGriff, The Mojo Men, The Smiths, Eric Dolphy, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Sugar Minott, Moss Icon, Hasil Adkins, Fluxion, Toni Rubio, Matthew Halsall, Skaos, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.

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)