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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.

All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

David McCallum, Marc Almond, Josef K, Black Flag, Interpol, Lonnie Liston Smith, The Names, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Sonny Sharrock, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Brand Nubian, Bootsy Collins, Derrick May, Sight & Sound, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Goldenarms, Von Mondo, Fugazi, Gabor Szabo, Derrick Morgan, Jeff Lynne, This Heat, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Peter & Gordon, Robert Görl, Althea and Donna, Make Up, Neu!, Silicon Teens, Jesper Dahlback, Scott Walker, The Modern Lovers, Chris & Cosey, Fifty Foot Hose, Louis and Bebe Barron, Hashim, Dual Sessions, The Sisters of Mercy, Sam Rivers, The Golliwogs, Depeche Mode, Black Bananas, The Barracudas, Severed Heads, Glambeats Corp., The Angels of Light, Roxette, Soul Sonic Force, Carl Craig, Man Eating Sloth, Lungfish, The Martian, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Ituana, Freddie Wadling, A Certain Ratio, Piero Umiliani, The Human League, Kenny Larkin, Crash Course in Science, Intrusion, a-ha, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.

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)