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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Neil Young, Index, Lou Reed, Ludus, James Chance & The Contortions, Outsiders, Brand Nubian, Fear, The Doobie Brothers, Derrick Morgan, Nas, Juan Atkins, Black Flag, Radio Birdman, June Days, Selector Dub Narcotic, Quando Quango, Jerry's Kids, DJ Style, Ultravox, Hashim, Reuben Wilson, Sex Pistols, Terrestrial Tones, Brothers Johnson, Ornette Coleman, The Shadows of Knight, Zero Boys, Rapeman, Joe Finger, World's Most, Gang of Four, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Lakeside, Grey Daturas, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Franke, Barbara Tucker, L. Decosne, The Barracudas, DeepChord presents Echospace, Smog, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Marshall Jefferson, The Birthday Party, the Fania All-Stars, Tres Demented, Gerry Rafferty, The Walker Brothers, Funky Four + One, Schoolly D, The Zeros, ABBA, Guru Guru, Von Mondo, X-101, Oppenheimer Analysis, Ultimate Spinach, Simply Red, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.

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)