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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.

All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.

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 the Soft Cell record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

PIL, The Toasters, Fatback Band, One Last Wish, U.S. Maple, The Moleskins, The Chocolate Watch Band, Ornette Coleman, Wings, Royal Trux, Young Marble Giants, Eden Ahbez, Robert Görl, The Beau Brummels, Reagan Youth, Circle Jerks, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Sällskapet, Slick Rick, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Sexual Harrassment, The Grass Roots, Ituana, Duran Duran, Main Source, The Smiths, Scan 7, Ronan, Mark Hollis, DeepChord presents Echospace, June of 44, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Echospace, Camouflage, Yusef Lateef, Ohio Players, The Royal Family And The Poor, Black Pus, The Music Machine, Fear, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Altered Images, Radiopuhelimet, Malaria!, Echo & the Bunnymen, Theoretical Girls, Delta 5, Gang of Four, Animal Collective, Barrington Levy, Monolake, Dave Gahan, Nik Kershaw, Unwound, Nas, Boredoms, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Jerry's Kids, The Blues Magoos, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.

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)