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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.

All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

Johnny Osbourne, Swans, Eve St. Jones, Thee Headcoats, Rosa Yemen, The Moody Blues, Sight & Sound, Sandy B, E-Dancer, Bill Near, John Cale, Agent Orange, Pantytec, Eurythmics, Eric Dolphy, Agitation Free, Nico, Kevin Saunderson, Parry Music, Franke, Lou Reed, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Panda Bear, The Birthday Party, The Golliwogs, The Trojans, Marcia Griffiths, Black Bananas, The Grass Roots, The Beau Brummels, KRS-One, Ultramagnetic MC's, Soft Machine, Larry & the Blue Notes, Unwound, OOIOO, DJ Style, Skriet, Maleditus Sound, The Sonics, Mission of Burma, Sunsets and Hearts, Saccharine Trust, Robert Görl, Metal Thangz, Sonny Sharrock, Ituana, the Human League, Symarip, The Invisible, DJ Sneak, The Royal Family And The Poor, World's Most, Groovy Waters, DNA, T.S.O.L., Con Funk Shun, Danielle Patucci, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.

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)