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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.

All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

DeepChord presents Echospace, Stereo Dub, Nik Kershaw, Stiv Bators, OOIOO, Mission of Burma, Marmalade, Sound Behaviour, Kaleidoscope, Ultimate Spinach, Bizarre Inc., Sun City Girls, Yazoo, Supertramp, John Cale, Young Marble Giants, Idris Muhammad, Severed Heads, Eden Ahbez, Sexual Harrassment, One Last Wish, kango's stein massive, The J.B.'s, The Evens, Jimmy McGriff, The Seeds, Eric Dolphy, Blossom Toes, Dark Day, Pagans, Amazonics, Shuggie Otis, Bang On A Can, Reagan Youth, Ituana, Public Enemy, Cecil Taylor, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Underground Resistance, Gabor Szabo, The Chocolate Watch Band, Royal Trux, Lakeside, Darondo, World's Most, Jerry Gold Smith, Dennis Brown, Gang Gang Dance, Scan 7, R.M.O., Morten Harket, Eli Mardock, Davy DMX, Electric Light Orchestra, Erasure, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, X-Ray Spex, Absolute Body Control, Freddie Wadling, the Slits, Connie Case, Ultramagnetic MC's, The Divine Comedy, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.

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)