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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.

All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Selecter, OOIOO, Lou Reed & Metallica, PIL, Index, In Retrospect, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Bill Near, Frankie Knuckles, La Düsseldorf, The Grass Roots, Warren Ellis, Gian Franco Pienzio, Sandy B, Zapp, Liaisons Dangereuses, Drive Like Jehu, Crash Course in Science, The Flesh Eaters, Radio Birdman, Grey Daturas, Andrew Hill, Scrapy, Joy Division, Rakim, Tomorrow, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Dawn Penn, Fifty Foot Hose, Theoretical Girls, Interpol, Smog, B.T. Express, Soft Cell, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Jeff Lynne, The Invisible, Symarip, Sparks, Youth Brigade, Little Man, Bobbi Humphrey, cv313, Stockholm Monsters, Silicon Teens, Barry Ungar, DJ Style, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Porter Ricks, Althea and Donna, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Black Dice, Judy Mowatt, Vainqueur, Flamin' Groovies, The Index, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Blancmange, Lakeside, Jeff Mills, Livin' Joy, Mantronix, The Moleskins, Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.

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)