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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.

All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

China Crisis, Pylon, Blake Baxter, Eli Mardock, Lonnie Liston Smith, Sly & The Family Stone, Outsiders, The Slackers, Ultramagnetic MC's, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Kas Product, Robert Wyatt, Grauzone, Country Joe & The Fish, Babytalk, Flipper, Leonard Cohen, Sandy B, The Star Department, Black Pus, Hoover, The Invisible, Barry Ungar, The Trojans, Organ, Sonny Sharrock, Camouflage, The Searchers, Bobby Sherman, Danielle Patucci, Kool Moe Dee, L. Decosne, Jimmy McGriff, Donny Hathaway, Arab on Radar, Nick Fraelich, Soft Machine, LL Cool J, Terry Callier, In Retrospect, Boogie Down Productions, Q and Not U, The Music Machine, Roxette, Barclay James Harvest, Joyce Sims, DJ Sneak, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Charles Mingus, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, MDC, Kerri Chandler, Alton Ellis, Eve St. Jones, Eric Dolphy, Todd Rundgren, Mandrill, Cybotron, Cabaret Voltaire, Jacob Miller, Marc Almond, June Days, Brothers Johnson, Harry Pussy, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.

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)