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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.

All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Yusef Lateef, The Doors, The Toasters, Eric Copeland, Agitation Free, Camouflage, Matthew Bourne, Urselle, Sixth Finger, LL Cool J, Eurythmics, Lightning Bolt, Quadrant, DeepChord presents Echospace, AZ, Country Joe & The Fish, Cheater Slicks, The American Breed, Ultra Naté, Kerri Chandler, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Oneida, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Popol Vuh, Main Source, X-Ray Spex, Rakim, Kayak, Mary Jane Girls, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Strawberry Alarm Clock, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Carl Craig, Sarah Menescal, Basic Channel, Tim Buckley, Wally Richardson, Fear, Davy DMX, The Misunderstood, Pantytec, The Wake, Saccharine Trust, Roger Hodgson, L. Decosne, Nirvana, Thompson Twins, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Busters, Bronski Beat, The Mighty Diamonds, Flipper, The Stooges, The Star Department, Ronan, Scrapy, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Sad Lovers and Giants, Warsaw, Can, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.

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)