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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.

All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Angry Samoans, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Max Romeo, Ice-T, Minor Threat, The Toasters, Robert Görl, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Bluetip, Janne Schatter, The Walker Brothers, Cluster, Matthew Bourne, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, The Five Americans, Jerry Gold Smith, Aural Exciters, DJ Style, Cabaret Voltaire, Minutemen, Hoover, Faust, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Bauhaus, Fugazi, Q65, Soul Sonic Force, Bang On A Can, Franke, Delta 5, The Music Machine, Morten Harket, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Bobby Sherman, Arcadia, Glambeats Corp., The Monks, The Seeds, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Infiniti, 8 Eyed Spy, The Smiths, Bobbi Humphrey, Frankie Knuckles, Wings, Pulsallama, Skarface, Heavy D & The Boyz, Derrick Morgan, Rhythm & Sound, Tom Boy, Liaisons Dangereuses, Ituana, Bob Dylan, The Invisible, UT, Pylon, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, D'Angelo, The Human League, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.

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)