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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.

All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Yellowson, Neu!, Quadrant, Ultravox, Jeff Lynne, Roxy Music, La Düsseldorf, The Music Machine, Jeff Mills, New Age Steppers, Pere Ubu, Massinfluence, DeepChord presents Echospace, the Germs, Talk Talk, The Five Americans, The Mummies, Glenn Branca, The Residents, Rufus Thomas, Scratch Acid, In Retrospect, Siglo XX, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Scott Walker, Arthur Verocai, Kings Of Tomorrow, FM Einheit, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Spoonie Gee, Gregory Isaacs, The Blues Magoos, Flamin' Groovies, Barrington Levy, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Liliput, The Doobie Brothers, Alphaville, Clear Light, Crispy Ambulance, Mission of Burma, Godley & Creme, Echo & the Bunnymen, 48th St. Collective, Index, Fat Boys, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Sonic Youth, The Moleskins, Pagans, Throbbing Gristle, Maleditus Sound, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Kool Moe Dee, Junior Murvin, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, DNA, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Lyres, Deadbeat, Fad Gadget, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.

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)