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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.

All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ronnie Foster, Ten City, China Crisis, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Busters, Mark Hollis, Erasure, David McCallum, Todd Terry, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, 8 Eyed Spy, Camouflage, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Joey Negro, Shuggie Otis, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Rotary Connection, Icehouse, John Foxx, Frankie Knuckles, Soul II Soul, Bobby Sherman, Mission of Burma, Organ, Minnie Riperton, The Fuzztones, Yellowson, Max Romeo, Robert Wyatt, Rites of Spring, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Arab on Radar, Sun Ra, Whodini, The Mighty Diamonds, Kas Product, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Fifty Foot Hose, U.S. Maple, Jimmy McGriff, Severed Heads, A Flock of Seagulls, The Buckinghams, Maleditus Sound, The Alarm Clocks, Funky Four + One, Soft Cell, Schoolly D, Jacques Brel, The Happenings, Eurythmics, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Music Machine, Yusef Lateef, Symarip, Fugazi, MC5, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Easy Going, Sad Lovers and Giants, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.

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)