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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.

All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Outsiders, Vladislav Delay, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Circle Jerks, Roy Ayers, Main Source, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Boredoms, The Human League, Johnny Osbourne, Grauzone, DJ Sneak, Jandek, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Sisters of Mercy, Selector Dub Narcotic, The Sound, Lebanon Hanover, Moby Grape, Y Pants, OOIOO, Marvin Gaye, T.S.O.L., Aaron Thompson, Bad Manners, The Young Rascals, Thompson Twins, Heaven 17, The Mummies, Al Stewart, Jimmy McGriff, La Düsseldorf, The Moleskins, The Neon Judgement, Iggy Pop, Moss Icon, Eddi Front, Cabaret Voltaire, Scientists, Juan Atkins, The Count Five, Q and Not U, Barry Ungar, The Gories, Sun City Girls, Lou Reed & Metallica, Sight & Sound, The Cure, Matthew Bourne, Banda Bassotti, Funky Four + One, Brick, Flamin' Groovies, AZ, Ultramagnetic MC's, Lakeside, Black Sheep, Freddie Wadling, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Sam Rivers, Oppenheimer Analysis, Mark Hollis, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.

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)