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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.

All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rosa Yemen, Yaz, Little Man, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Scientists, The Cowsills, Sun Ra, Anthony Braxton, Black Pus, Don Cherry, Pantaleimon, Eurythmics, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Bad Manners, Gil Scott Heron, The Five Americans, Lalo Schifrin, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, The Seeds, Marine Girls, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Fugs, Outsiders, Guru Guru, Sight & Sound, Symarip, Larry & the Blue Notes, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lou Christie, Monolake, The Sisters of Mercy, Heavy D & The Boyz, Johnny Osbourne, Crime, The Alarm Clocks, Donny Hathaway, Eric Dolphy, Urselle, Bobby Hutcherson, Index, Gregory Isaacs, La Düsseldorf, The Index, Lightning Bolt, The Smoke, Flash Fearless, Amon Düül, Whodini, Subhumans, Trumans Water, Man Eating Sloth, Visage, Colin Newman, Erykah Badu, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Skriet, CMW, The American Breed, Parry Music, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.

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)