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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.

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

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

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Joy Division, Lower 48, Pole, Pere Ubu, Lou Reed & John Cale, the Association, Amazonics, Rod Modell, Monolake, Alton Ellis, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The Moleskins, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Al Stewart, The Shadows of Knight, JFA, Robert Hood, the Bar-Kays, Y Pants, Terry Callier, Hasil Adkins, Carl Craig, Godley & Creme, Camouflage, Index, The Seeds, The J.B.'s, Barbara Tucker, Todd Terry, Alison Limerick, Fluxion, The Cosmic Jokers, R.M.O., Crispian St. Peters, Ajijia Myrayebe, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, F. McDonald, Peter and Kerry, Minny Pops, Chris Corsano, Oppenheimer Analysis, DJ Sneak, Country Teasers, 8 Eyed Spy, The Move, Minor Threat, Stereo Dub, Brand Nubian, Lungfish, Suicide, The Chocolate Watch Band, Gerry Rafferty, Connie Case, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Half Japanese, Gabor Szabo, Faust, Japan, Ponytail, Interpol, Kings Of Tomorrow, Grandmaster Flash, Hot Snakes, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.

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)