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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.

All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kango’s Stein Massive, Peter & Gordon, ABBA, Public Enemy, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Gang Green, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Popol Vuh, Pantytec, Grandmaster Flash, Gian Franco Pienzio, The Raincoats, Lou Reed, Susan Cadogan, Nation of Ulysses, Amon Düül, Tommy Roe, Supertramp, Lindisfarne, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Kerri Chandler, E-Dancer, Von Mondo, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Throbbing Gristle, June Days, Glambeats Corp., Junior Murvin, Gabor Szabo, The Gap Band, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Harpers Bizarre, Nirvana, Sparks, Mr. Review, Barbara Tucker, The Selecter, Loose Ends, Ludus, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Ossler, Underground Resistance, Bobbi Humphrey, Eurythmics, Model 500, Bad Manners, kango's stein massive, The Fortunes, Au Pairs, EPMD, Albert Ayler, Quando Quango, Sonic Youth, Harmonia, The Dave Clark Five, Newcleus, F. McDonald, AZ, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.

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)