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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.

All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Pharoah Sanders, The Monochrome Set, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Kas Product, Gerry Rafferty, The Detroit Cobras, Minny Pops, Sister Nancy, Youth Brigade, PIL, Gabor Szabo, Von Mondo, Slick Rick, Grauzone, Lebanon Hanover, Ash Ra Tempel, Aural Exciters, In Retrospect, Colin Newman, Ronan, Scrapy, Quantec, Blossom Toes, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Siouxsie and the Banshees, David McCallum, DJ Sneak, Delon & Dalcan, Sugar Minott, Warren Ellis, The Martian, Roger Hodgson, Pere Ubu, Faust, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Essential Logic, Max Romeo, Pantytec, The Blackbyrds, The Happenings, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Sisters of Mercy, Al Stewart, Intrusion, The Walker Brothers, Camberwell Now, Second Layer, The Gories, Metal Thangz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Skatalites, Bang On A Can, Tres Demented, Mark Hollis, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Siglo XX, New Age Steppers, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Sly & The Family Stone, Pussy Galore, Eric B and Rakim, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.

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)