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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.

All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Aloha Tigers, Make Up, The Litter, Panda Bear, Sad Lovers and Giants, Brass Construction, Wire, Moebius, Kings Of Tomorrow, New Age Steppers, Reuben Wilson, The Fire Engines, Bizarre Inc., Icehouse, Arcadia, Pere Ubu, Chris & Cosey, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, MC5, Janne Schatter, Aaron Thompson, Aswad, The Red Krayola, MDC, 8 Eyed Spy, Gastr Del Sol, Oblivians, JFA, Derrick May, DJ Style, The Human League, Althea and Donna, Section 25, Barry Ungar, The New Christs, Second Layer, Subhumans, Audionom, The Slits, Oppenheimer Analysis, Roger Hodgson, E-Dancer, Derrick Morgan, The Slackers, Aural Exciters, Stetsasonic, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Sällskapet, Pagans, Gregory Isaacs, Piero Umiliani, Suicide, Delon & Dalcan, Scott Walker, The Mummies, Bang On A Can, Lalo Schifrin, UT, The Dirtbombs, Flash Fearless, Mark Hollis, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.

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)