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 Kosovo and from Halifax.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.

All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Niagra, Patti Smith, Subhumans, The Happenings, The Dirtbombs, AZ, Sunsets and Hearts, Jeff Lynne, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Toasters, Roxette, Hasil Adkins, 10cc, The Chocolate Watch Band, Spoonie Gee, Grandmaster Flash, Duran Duran, Jerry's Kids, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Groovy Waters, Darondo, Cameo, Pussy Galore, T.S.O.L., Marshall Jefferson, Visage, London Community Gospel Choir, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Golliwogs, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Tears for Fears, The Monochrome Set, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Beau Brummels, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Deakin, Wolf Eyes, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Laurel Aitken, The J.B.'s, Essential Logic, It's A Beautiful Day, Malaria!, Inner City, Blossom Toes, Spandau Ballet, Chris Corsano, Trumans Water, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Ronan, Dead Boys, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Anakelly, Godley & Creme, Kings Of Tomorrow, Nils Olav, Little Man, The Neon Judgement, the Normal, Brand Nubian, The Index, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.

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)