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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.

All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.

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

But have you seen my records?

Jandek, Interpol, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Country Joe & The Fish, D'Angelo, Panda Bear, Second Layer, Minor Threat, Goldenarms, Thee Headcoats, The Evens, EPMD, Zapp, Louis and Bebe Barron, The J.B.'s, the Normal, Bobby Hutcherson, David McCallum, Black Moon, Chris & Cosey, Al Stewart, Outsiders, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Absolute Body Control, Japan, LL Cool J, Mary Jane Girls, kango's stein massive, Matthew Bourne, Subhumans, The Human League, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Guru Guru, Make Up, Eyeless In Gaza, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Ponytail, Barbara Tucker, Frankie Knuckles, Public Enemy, T. Rex, Sparks, The Dave Clark Five, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Agent Orange, Index, Pylon, Dark Day, Swell Maps, Mark Hollis, The Barracudas, Freddie Wadling, Cecil Taylor, The Gap Band, The Names, Bronski Beat, Boredoms, Derrick Morgan, Erasure, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Danielle Patucci, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.

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)