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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.

All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Fugs, Kango’s Stein Massive, 48th St. Collective, Danielle Patucci, Frankie Knuckles, U.S. Maple, Guru Guru, Lee Hazlewood, Kerrie Biddell, The Residents, Liaisons Dangereuses, Freddie Wadling, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, David McCallum, The Vogues, Vainqueur, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Bobby Womack, Tubeway Army, The Raincoats, James White and The Blacks, Gian Franco Pienzio, Robert Wyatt, Depeche Mode, The Busters, X-Ray Spex, Qualms, Pagans, Mark Hollis, Amazonics, The Cramps, Khruangbin, Half Japanese, China Crisis, Livin' Joy, Radio Birdman, Isaac Hayes, Joe Smooth, Arab on Radar, Traffic Nightmare, DJ Style, Tommy Roe, Lalann, Cameo, Bang On A Can, Flamin' Groovies, Urselle, Zero Boys, Severed Heads, Delta 5, Lou Reed & Metallica, The Golliwogs, Bush Tetras, Symarip, Sexual Harrassment, Bobby Hutcherson, Gichy Dan, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The J.B.'s, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.

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)