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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.

All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, The Monks, Fort Wilson Riot, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Kas Product, Silicon Teens, Rod Modell, Sun Ra Arkestra, Fatback Band, The Mojo Men, Von Mondo, Tom Boy, Robert Wyatt, The Monochrome Set, Black Flag, A Certain Ratio, Sam Rivers, Camouflage, Section 25, Lower 48, Mars, The Associates, Spoonie Gee, Sound Behaviour, Siouxsie and the Banshees, K-Klass, Bobby Womack, The Litter, Neu!, The Index, The Residents, The Stooges, The Mighty Diamonds, Skaos, Aaron Thompson, Heaven 17, Morten Harket, ABBA, Reagan Youth, Hardrive, Outsiders, Roxy Music, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Pylon, Ronnie Foster, Gastr Del Sol, Traffic Nightmare, Arthur Verocai, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Tommy Roe, Scientists, Rosa Yemen, The Angels of Light, The Young Rascals, Sugar Minott, Basic Channel, Joey Negro, Sly & The Family Stone, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Kerri Chandler, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Amon Düül, Mary Jane Girls, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.

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)