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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.

All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Nick Fraelich, Kurtis Blow, Ohio Players, Alphaville, Camberwell Now, Sam Rivers, Little Man, Crispian St. Peters, DeepChord presents Echospace, Procol Harum, Gichy Dan, Godley & Creme, Sällskapet, Mary Jane Girls, Masters at Work, Juan Atkins, The Modern Lovers, Aswad, Marcia Griffiths, Lower 48, Scan 7, Chris Corsano, Gerry Rafferty, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Mo-Dettes, Ice-T, Cal Tjader, Organ, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The J.B.'s, Monolake, Eric Copeland, Hasil Adkins, Technova, The New Christs, The Leaves, Eric B and Rakim, Faraquet, Radiopuhelimet, The Cure, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Selector Dub Narcotic, Stiv Bators, The Velvet Underground, Eve St. Jones, The Skatalites, Marvin Gaye, Lalann, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Zero Boys, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Average White Band, Subhumans, Matthew Halsall, Roxette, Pet Shop Boys, Japan, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.

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)