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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.

All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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 The Doors record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Basic Channel, The Doobie Brothers, R.M.O., Patti Smith, Kerri Chandler, Circle Jerks, John Foxx, Black Pus, Country Teasers, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Soul Sonic Force, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ronnie Foster, Marc Almond, Graham Central Station, Barclay James Harvest, Curtis Mayfield, Panda Bear, Dawn Penn, Connie Case, Jeff Lynne, Tears for Fears, Von Mondo, Q and Not U, Brand Nubian, Khruangbin, The Dave Clark Five, Pantaleimon, The J.B.'s, Mars, Kings Of Tomorrow, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, OOIOO, Glenn Branca, Nils Olav, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Clear Light, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, This Heat, 8 Eyed Spy, Don Cherry, Eurythmics, Pantytec, Whodini, Harmonia, Scan 7, Ossler, Suicide, Black Bananas, Kurtis Blow, Ultravox, Nas, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Michelle Simonal, The Busters, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Fugazi, Crispy Ambulance, Bauhaus, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.

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)