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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.

All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Laurel Aitken, Sound Behaviour, LL Cool J, Carl Craig, Monks, Louis and Bebe Barron, Arab on Radar, The Dirtbombs, Thee Headcoats, Eli Mardock, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ronan, Funkadelic, Crispian St. Peters, The Busters, Jawbox, The Music Machine, Funky Four + One, Boogie Down Productions, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Selector Dub Narcotic, Roy Ayers, Godley & Creme, The Saints, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Motorama, JFA, John Foxx, Bang On A Can, Deepchord, Bootsy Collins, Soul II Soul, Gregory Isaacs, Josef K, Frankie Knuckles, Crispy Ambulance, Lou Reed & Metallica, The Leaves, Letta Mbulu, Kaleidoscope, Gil Scott Heron, Bill Near, The Monochrome Set, Sparks, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, X-102, Lower 48, Scott Walker, Au Pairs, Schoolly D, The Red Krayola, Fad Gadget, The Sisters of Mercy, Ornette Coleman, The Real Kids, the Human League, The Black Dice, Eric B and Rakim, D'Angelo, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.

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)