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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.

All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Alison Limerick, Peter & Gordon, UT, Wally Richardson, Lindisfarne, Jeff Lynne, Scan 7, Pussy Galore, Desert Stars, The Moleskins, Radiohead, Colin Newman, Alton Ellis, Josef K, Groovy Waters, Motorama, Bootsy Collins, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Lower 48, The Mighty Diamonds, David Axelrod, Television, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Slits, kango's stein massive, The Music Machine, Swell Maps, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Japan, The Kinks, Pole, Lyres, Gabor Szabo, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gong, Fad Gadget, Sly & The Family Stone, Neu!, Boz Scaggs, The Gap Band, Soft Cell, David McCallum, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Qualms, Bill Near, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, MDC, Lou Christie, Lou Reed & Metallica, The Fugs, Rod Modell, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Zeros, Bluetip, Junior Murvin, Royal Trux, Sällskapet, Eli Mardock, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.

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)