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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.

All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Hashim, Silicon Teens, Cal Tjader, Kas Product, Sandy B, 10cc, Urselle, Robert Görl, Mad Mike, A Certain Ratio, The Modern Lovers, Hoover, Rhythm & Sound, Marshall Jefferson, The Moody Blues, Dennis Brown, Cybotron, The Blues Magoos, Sonic Youth, the Sonics, K-Klass, Sight & Sound, The Monochrome Set, The Knickerbockers, Zapp, Harmonia, Moebius, Crash Course in Science, Gian Franco Pienzio, Girls At Our Best!, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Jawbox, Man Eating Sloth, Marine Girls, The Shadows of Knight, John Cale, Roger Hodgson, Dawn Penn, Vladislav Delay, The Names, Piero Umiliani, The United States of America, Monks, Todd Rundgren, The Selecter, The Red Krayola, Donald Byrd, the Soft Cell, Arcadia, Talk Talk, Theoretical Girls, Mark Hollis, Erykah Badu, Crooked Eye, Thompson Twins, The Flesh Eaters, Gang Gang Dance, Bad Manners, Echo & the Bunnymen, Ponytail, Essential Logic, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.

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)