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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.

All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.

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

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

Camberwell Now, T.S.O.L., Byron Stingily, Bobby Byrd, Popol Vuh, The Mighty Diamonds, Can, Sonic Youth, Brand Nubian, A Flock of Seagulls, Drive Like Jehu, Aswad, Ultimate Spinach, Michelle Simonal, Crispian St. Peters, the Bar-Kays, Banda Bassotti, The Smiths, Gong, Ponytail, Heavy D & The Boyz, Television, Soulsonic Force, Jerry's Kids, Ornette Coleman, Neu!, Fifty Foot Hose, D'Angelo, Amon Düül, The Star Department, Blancmange, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, ABC, David McCallum, Howard Jones, The Cosmic Jokers, Franke, Soul II Soul, Fort Wilson Riot, Young Marble Giants, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Bluetip, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Tommy Roe, Simply Red, This Heat, Connie Case, Ronan, The Raincoats, Blake Baxter, Goldenarms, Smog, Au Pairs, Anakelly, Shoche, Con Funk Shun, Joy Division, Electric Prunes, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Blossom Toes, Khruangbin, Duran Duran, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.

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)