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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Normal to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.

All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Morten Harket, It's A Beautiful Day, Kool Moe Dee, The Grass Roots, The Five Americans, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Lebanon Hanover, Kerrie Biddell, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Peter and Kerry, Carl Craig, U.S. Maple, Guru Guru, Quando Quango, Throbbing Gristle, E-Dancer, Ajijia Myrayebe, Basic Channel, Quadrant, Faust, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Agent Orange, The Slits, Urselle, Infiniti, Easy Going, Juan Atkins, Parry Music, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Neil Young, The Red Krayola, The American Breed, Gregory Isaacs, New York Dolls, Idris Muhammad, The Mummies, Roxette, Ralphi Rosario, Jeff Mills, Crispian St. Peters, Amon Düül, David McCallum, Joyce Sims, Harpers Bizarre, Barclay James Harvest, June Days, Unrelated Segments, The Slackers, The Techniques, Mission of Burma, Shuggie Otis, Erasure, Von Mondo, Crash Course in Science, Gang Starr, Louis and Bebe Barron, the Fania All-Stars, Nas, Judy Mowatt, Cymande, Spandau Ballet, The Gap Band, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.

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)