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 Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.

All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Schoolly D, Kool Moe Dee, Barrington Levy, Gerry Rafferty, Glambeats Corp., 10cc, Joensuu 1685, Rod Modell, Flamin' Groovies, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, the Association, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Bobby Byrd, Wolf Eyes, James White and The Blacks, Ronan, Stockholm Monsters, Tim Buckley, Youth Brigade, The Slackers, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Sun Ra, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Moebius, Toni Rubio, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Bill Wells, Camouflage, Johnny Clarke, Yaz, Thee Headcoats, cv313, KRS-One, Au Pairs, Cluster, The Count Five, Delta 5, The Flesh Eaters, The Techniques, AZ, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Cheater Slicks, LL Cool J, Subhumans, Agent Orange, Fluxion, Grey Daturas, Gong, DJ Sneak, Average White Band, The Golliwogs, Lalo Schifrin, Tomorrow, Mr. Review, Niagra, Stiv Bators, Sixth Finger, Wire, Pantytec, Dennis Brown, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Smoke, Faust, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.

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)