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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.

All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

China Crisis, Swans, Johnny Osbourne, Big Daddy Kane, Letta Mbulu, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Eve St. Jones, The Flesh Eaters, Cameo, Boz Scaggs, Trumans Water, The Selecter, Main Source, Country Teasers, The Remains, Marcia Griffiths, Janne Schatter, Ten City, The Mighty Diamonds, Ituana, Soft Cell, Cybotron, Ralphi Rosario, Aswad, T.S.O.L., Marine Girls, The Fire Engines, Gong, Heavy D & The Boyz, Eddi Front, Gregory Isaacs, The Fortunes, Camouflage, Can, David Axelrod, The Birthday Party, Minnie Riperton, Blake Baxter, Q and Not U, Juan Atkins, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, These Immortal Souls, Alton Ellis, Faust, Sight & Sound, Das Ding, Grauzone, The Durutti Column, The Zeros, The Angels of Light, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Gladiators, Neil Young, The Red Krayola, Blancmange, Steve Hackett, X-Ray Spex, Deepchord, Sugar Minott, Amazonics, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.

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)