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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.

All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Seeds, Suicide, Funky Four + One, Sarah Menescal, The Tremeloes, Magazine, Eric B and Rakim, Wings, Eric Copeland, Amazonics, Massinfluence, Traffic Nightmare, Kool Moe Dee, Scion, Porter Ricks, Cymande, Fifty Foot Hose, The Motions, Lindisfarne, Man Eating Sloth, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, John Cale, This Heat, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Youth Brigade, John Coltrane, Icehouse, Ultimate Spinach, Pharoah Sanders, The Red Krayola, Jesper Dahlbäck, Intrusion, Index, Negative Approach, June Days, Ronnie Foster, Parry Music, Erasure, The Gories, Deadbeat, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, The Royal Family And The Poor, Young Marble Giants, Rites of Spring, Jandek, Fort Wilson Riot, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Eve St. Jones, Rekid, Kayak, Ultra Naté, Amon Düül II, Goldenarms, Robert Wyatt, Arcadia, Unwound, The Blackbyrds, AZ, Echo & the Bunnymen, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, La Düsseldorf, Janne Schatter, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.

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)