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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.

All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Desert Stars, Quantec, Von Mondo, Curtis Mayfield, Television, New Order, The Blackbyrds, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, In Retrospect, Barclay James Harvest, The Doobie Brothers, The Martian, Slave, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Erykah Badu, Fat Boys, Yaz, X-102, Siglo XX, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Nation of Ulysses, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Jeff Lynne, E-Dancer, Scratch Acid, DeepChord presents Echospace, Wasted Youth, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Eden Ahbez, Ultramagnetic MC's, X-101, Donald Byrd, The Birthday Party, Silicon Teens, Henry Cow, Larry & the Blue Notes, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Fluxion, Susan Cadogan, Talk Talk, The Vogues, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Big Daddy Kane, Altered Images, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Kevin Saunderson, Scott Walker, Underground Resistance, The Residents, cv313, Boz Scaggs, Don Cherry, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Jerry Gold Smith, Flipper, Leonard Cohen, Delta 5, Fad Gadget, The Fortunes, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.

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)