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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.

All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Judy Mowatt, Radiohead, Make Up, Little Man, The Zeros, Louis and Bebe Barron, Frankie Knuckles, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, EPMD, Harmonia, Scratch Acid, Donald Byrd, Lower 48, Crime, The Slackers, Graham Central Station, Whodini, Aaron Thompson, Sarah Menescal, Heaven 17, The Chocolate Watch Band, James White and The Blacks, Suburban Knight, Lou Reed & John Cale, Vladislav Delay, the Normal, Carl Craig, David Bowie, Ken Boothe, Parry Music, Talk Talk, Kas Product, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), T.S.O.L., Bill Wells, Babytalk, Wasted Youth, Rufus Thomas, Sight & Sound, Blossom Toes, Das Ding, Fela Kuti, Hasil Adkins, Theoretical Girls, The Techniques, ABBA, Television Personalities, Joey Negro, Jesper Dahlbäck, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Pantaleimon, Skaos, Wire, T. Rex, Young Marble Giants, The Slits, Al Stewart, Arcadia, Dave Gahan, Accadde A, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.

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)