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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.

All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Yazoo, Steve Hackett, Blancmange, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Radiohead, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Kerrie Biddell, The Happenings, Rosa Yemen, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Detroit Cobras, DeepChord presents Echospace, Circle Jerks, Wolf Eyes, Joyce Sims, Barbara Tucker, Minor Threat, The Cosmic Jokers, Surgeon, June Days, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Mighty Diamonds, The Pop Group, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Move, Pere Ubu, Ice-T, The Evens, The Leaves, Mission of Burma, These Immortal Souls, Danielle Patucci, The Gladiators, Letta Mbulu, Country Joe & The Fish, Kerri Chandler, Isaac Hayes, The Residents, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Aaron Thompson, Popol Vuh, The Divine Comedy, John Foxx, the Association, Sly & The Family Stone, PIL, Pagans, David McCallum, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The Trojans, The Velvet Underground, Bad Manners, the Slits, Nirvana, Donny Hathaway, Marmalade, Ituana, Joy Division, Severed Heads, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Shuggie Otis, Roy Ayers, Dead Boys, Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.

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)