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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.

All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Black Moon, Delon & Dalcan, Stetsasonic, the Swans, Grandmaster Flash, The Gap Band, Soul II Soul, Joensuu 1685, Nation of Ulysses, Television Personalities, Unrelated Segments, Jerry Gold Smith, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Sly & The Family Stone, The Music Machine, The New Christs, Main Source, Lalann, The Cure, The Red Krayola, Tres Demented, Brass Construction, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Q65, Kas Product, Y Pants, The Techniques, The Index, Easy Going, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Moebius, The Dave Clark Five, Duran Duran, Robert Wyatt, Marmalade, Altered Images, Rosa Yemen, Mr. Review, Jesper Dahlbäck, Neu!, Kevin Saunderson, Thee Headcoats, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Sex Pistols, Kaleidoscope, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Henry Cow, OOIOO, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, The Leaves, Jesper Dahlback, The Associates, Excepter, Icehouse, Connie Case, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Wolf Eyes, L. Decosne, Lou Reed, The Selecter, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.

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)