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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.

All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Maleditus Sound, The Techniques, Joe Finger, Ituana, Quadrant, Sound Behaviour, Dave Gahan, The Fugs, Aural Exciters, Cheater Slicks, The Associates, Flamin' Groovies, Depeche Mode, Vainqueur, Gerry Rafferty, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Sandy B, The Happenings, The Mojo Men, Roxette, OOIOO, Siglo XX, Johnny Clarke, Kerrie Biddell, Girls At Our Best!, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Toni Rubio, Essential Logic, Parry Music, Fatback Band, Carl Craig, Nas, The Tremeloes, The Residents, The Beau Brummels, Kenny Larkin, Icehouse, Piero Umiliani, Donald Byrd, Byron Stingily, Jeff Lynne, Banda Bassotti, Radio Birdman, Gang Starr, Unrelated Segments, The Knickerbockers, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Lalann, Severed Heads, Sister Nancy, Alice Coltrane, Can, Cymande, La Düsseldorf, the Fania All-Stars, FM Einheit, Bootsy Collins, DJ Style, David Bowie, Grey Daturas, The Cramps, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.

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)