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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.

All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, JFA, Spandau Ballet, Metal Thangz, Wasted Youth, Barrington Levy, Marvin Gaye, Beasts of Bourbon, K-Klass, H. Thieme, Tropical Tobacco, KRS-One, The Fire Engines, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Freddie Wadling, Jesper Dahlbäck, Rosa Yemen, Easy Going, Isaac Hayes, The Golliwogs, PIL, Robert Hood, Deepchord, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Janne Schatter, The Standells, X-101, Morten Harket, Sunsets and Hearts, Trumans Water, Average White Band, Scan 7, Harpers Bizarre, Agitation Free, Y Pants, The Pretty Things, Eric Copeland, Louis and Bebe Barron, Second Layer, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Selecter, Parry Music, Stetsasonic, Slave, Slick Rick, The Gladiators, Zapp, Terry Callier, Nation of Ulysses, Bobbi Humphrey, Soul II Soul, John Foxx, Be Bop Deluxe, The Count Five, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Leaves, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Sad Lovers and Giants, Maurizio, Joyce Sims, Echospace, Traffic Nightmare, Todd Terry, Das Ding, Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.

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)