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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.

All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ken Boothe, Boogie Down Productions, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Bobby Hutcherson, DeepChord presents Echospace, Franke, JFA, Y Pants, Ornette Coleman, Be Bop Deluxe, Gabor Szabo, Lee Hazlewood, Eric B and Rakim, Black Bananas, The Index, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Hot Snakes, Mo-Dettes, Mary Jane Girls, Curtis Mayfield, CMW, Man Parrish, Sonic Youth, Lalann, Half Japanese, Electric Light Orchestra, Josef K, June of 44, Visage, AZ, Jesper Dahlback, Fifty Foot Hose, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Peter & Gordon, Japan, Agitation Free, Parry Music, The Grass Roots, Audionom, Robert Hood, Lou Christie, Byron Stingily, UT, The Gories, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Second Layer, Desert Stars, Bad Manners, Faraquet, Ossler, The Durutti Column, The Buckinghams, Soul Sonic Force, Ultimate Spinach, DJ Sneak, Marmalade, Minnie Riperton, The Knickerbockers, Ultramagnetic MC's, Vladislav Delay, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.

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)