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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.

All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Negative Approach, Robert Görl, James Chance & The Contortions, Crime, Barry Ungar, Lalann, Connie Case, Josef K, The Flesh Eaters, Shoche, La Düsseldorf, David Axelrod, Stiv Bators, Adolescents, Newcleus, Gabor Szabo, Fluxion, Malaria!, One Last Wish, Saccharine Trust, Television Personalities, Make Up, Janne Schatter, Black Sheep, Jerry's Kids, Kaleidoscope, Isaac Hayes, Slick Rick, Magma, Eric Copeland, B.T. Express, The Slits, Harpers Bizarre, Howard Jones, Eden Ahbez, Frankie Knuckles, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Monolake, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Simply Red, Be Bop Deluxe, Harmonia, Freddie Wadling, Lalo Schifrin, Nils Olav, Cal Tjader, Bill Wells, The Selecter, Amon Düül II, Camberwell Now, Bauhaus, Radiopuhelimet, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Mars, Sight & Sound, The Associates, Fat Boys, Fear, Kenny Larkin, The Raincoats, Ken Boothe, The Velvet Underground, ABC, Rites of Spring, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.

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)