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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.

All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bang On A Can, Japan, Ludus, Minor Threat, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ash Ra Tempel, Infiniti, Danielle Patucci, Jawbox, Suburban Knight, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Ronnie Foster, Eli Mardock, Echospace, Arab on Radar, Vladislav Delay, Scan 7, Marc Almond, Thee Headcoats, E-Dancer, The Neon Judgement, Ultimate Spinach, Joensuu 1685, Sister Nancy, Rapeman, Cheater Slicks, Wally Richardson, Pussy Galore, The Alarm Clocks, Funky Four + One, China Crisis, Nas, Hardrive, Slave, Godley & Creme, Harpers Bizarre, Easy Going, Bizarre Inc., Echo & the Bunnymen, Lou Christie, The Real Kids, Whodini, Fatback Band, Cal Tjader, Public Enemy, The Music Machine, The Stooges, Tres Demented, Thompson Twins, Talk Talk, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Mighty Diamonds, Soul Sonic Force, Flamin' Groovies, Aural Exciters, Brothers Johnson, Johnny Osbourne, Jerry Gold Smith, The Human League, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.

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)