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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Sound to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.

All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nas, Rotary Connection, Lalann, Cecil Taylor, Lebanon Hanover, This Heat, Lucky Dragons, Cymande, The Remains, Pylon, The Invisible, Second Layer, Jimmy McGriff, Theoretical Girls, Donald Byrd, Ash Ra Tempel, the Normal, Liliput, Country Joe & The Fish, The Gap Band, Talk Talk, Bobby Womack, The Moody Blues, 10cc, Sound Behaviour, The Fire Engines, Marc Almond, Tears for Fears, Lower 48, Matthew Halsall, Quando Quango, Kerrie Biddell, Whodini, The Walker Brothers, Bobby Byrd, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Agitation Free, Accadde A, Peter and Kerry, Charles Mingus, Symarip, Bootsy Collins, Minnie Riperton, Yazoo, The Litter, Sonny Sharrock, Q65, Electric Prunes, The Smoke, Lee Hazlewood, Zero Boys, Gang of Four, The Birthday Party, The Busters, Gian Franco Pienzio, Adolescents, Sugar Minott, Don Cherry, Dorothy Ashby, Eden Ahbez, Procol Harum, Ken Boothe, The Saints, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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)