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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.

All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pantaleimon, Glenn Branca, Rhythim Is Rhythim, DJ Style, Sparks, Scan 7, Siglo XX, Section 25, Icehouse, Rapeman, Franke, Danielle Patucci, Scratch Acid, Sun City Girls, Robert Görl, Lindisfarne, The Monochrome Set, Motorama, Skriet, Crash Course in Science, Jacques Brel, Rekid, The Move, Eve St. Jones, The Doors, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Charles Mingus, Public Image Ltd., LL Cool J, June of 44, Alphaville, Heaven 17, Outsiders, Jandek, Liliput, John Coltrane, Ten City, Jerry Gold Smith, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Young Marble Giants, Royal Trux, Unwound, Qualms, Public Enemy, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Fugazi, Derrick May, The Associates, Ralphi Rosario, Johnny Osbourne, Jimmy McGriff, Bobby Hutcherson, Scion, Depeche Mode, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Duran Duran, The Searchers, Cecil Taylor, the Human League, Bad Manners, Crispy Ambulance, Model 500, Funkadelic, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.

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)