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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.

All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Schoolly D, John Lydon, Ken Boothe, Mo-Dettes, The Gap Band, Sandy B, Matthew Bourne, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Agent Orange, Wolf Eyes, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Anakelly, MC5, La Düsseldorf, Oblivians, Minutemen, Icehouse, Tears for Fears, The Pop Group, Severed Heads, Sixth Finger, Fad Gadget, Hardrive, Sun City Girls, Hashim, Marine Girls, Dual Sessions, Mark Hollis, The Barracudas, The New Christs, Jeff Lynne, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Roy Ayers, Guru Guru, Crime, Ohio Players, The Fugs, Johnny Clarke, Ronnie Foster, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, World's Most, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Joy Division, Brand Nubian, U.S. Maple, The Black Dice, Kings Of Tomorrow, Morten Harket, Black Flag, Ornette Coleman, Yellowson, The Divine Comedy, Idris Muhammad, Q65, The Flesh Eaters, Fluxion, Flash Fearless, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Half Japanese, John Coltrane, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.

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)