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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.

All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Average White Band, The Cure, a-ha, Patti Smith, Pylon, Soft Cell, Rakim, Technova, EPMD, The Alarm Clocks, Bob Dylan, Eve St. Jones, Easy Going, Ten City, Terry Callier, David Bowie, Radiohead, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Gil Scott Heron, Yazoo, X-101, Oppenheimer Analysis, Joey Negro, Sam Rivers, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Terrestrial Tones, Sad Lovers and Giants, Donny Hathaway, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Mr. Review, DNA, The Red Krayola, The Zeros, Hot Snakes, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Index, The Gap Band, Khruangbin, Brass Construction, the Germs, Liliput, Sarah Menescal, The Smiths, Judy Mowatt, Roger Hodgson, Pulsallama, Amon Düül, Scientists, The Slits, Talk Talk, Stetsasonic, Surgeon, Chris Corsano, Jandek, James White and The Blacks, Desert Stars, Freddie Wadling, X-Ray Spex, Boogie Down Productions, The Seeds, The Last Poets, Jeff Mills, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.

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)