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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.

All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Livin' Joy, Gabor Szabo, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Yazoo, Lightning Bolt, Sexual Harrassment, Whodini, Terrestrial Tones, Gang of Four, Deadbeat, Danielle Patucci, Cluster, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Little Man, The Blues Magoos, Pylon, Hardrive, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Mojo Men, Toni Rubio, Kaleidoscope, Eden Ahbez, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Stereo Dub, Infiniti, Warsaw, Grandmaster Flash, Ultramagnetic MC's, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Busters, Maleditus Sound, Moss Icon, Depeche Mode, The Red Krayola, Ronan, Jesper Dahlbäck, Pierre Henry, Television, Electric Prunes, Sarah Menescal, The Martian, Mark Hollis, The Last Poets, Anthony Braxton, The Smiths, H. Thieme, Cybotron, Connie Case, Black Pus, Tubeway Army, Gil Scott Heron, Heaven 17, MC5, Bauhaus, Echospace, The Detroit Cobras, Frankie Knuckles, Sound Behaviour, Sun Ra, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.

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)