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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The New Christs to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.

All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.

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

Rhythm & Sound, Barclay James Harvest, John Coltrane, Accadde A, David Bowie, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Slick Rick, Letta Mbulu, Hoover, Marshall Jefferson, Jesper Dahlbäck, Radiohead, The Moody Blues, Gil Scott Heron, Dawn Penn, Aaron Thompson, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Rites of Spring, Charles Mingus, Oblivians, Soulsonic Force, Harmonia, Skarface, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Quando Quango, The Flesh Eaters, Archie Shepp, U.S. Maple, Eric Dolphy, Vladislav Delay, The Blackbyrds, Freddie Wadling, Model 500, Ronnie Foster, Minny Pops, Infiniti, Monks, Robert Wyatt, the Fania All-Stars, Erasure, Juan Atkins, Kango’s Stein Massive, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Don Cherry, Sex Pistols, The Slackers, Los Fastidios, Sly & The Family Stone, Matthew Bourne, The J.B.'s, Interpol, Kerri Chandler, Unwound, Chris Corsano, Kool Moe Dee, Jacques Brel, the Bar-Kays, DJ Sneak, Sällskapet, Von Mondo, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.

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)