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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.

All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Joe Smooth, Eurythmics, The Doors, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Howard Jones, Franke, Lindisfarne, DJ Style, Danielle Patucci, The Fuzztones, Ten City, the Fania All-Stars, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Agent Orange, Guru Guru, Visage, The Velvet Underground, The Electric Prunes, The Victims, Leonard Cohen, Gregory Isaacs, The Music Machine, Infiniti, The Litter, Wally Richardson, Icehouse, Shuggie Otis, Monks, Darondo, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Hashim, Jerry Gold Smith, The Invisible, Lyres, Jacob Miller, DeepChord presents Echospace, Brothers Johnson, Amon Düül, Charles Mingus, Liaisons Dangereuses, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Adolescents, Sound Behaviour, New Order, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Sällskapet, the Sonics, LL Cool J, Kool Moe Dee, Kurtis Blow, Television Personalities, Gong, The Techniques, Kenny Larkin, Groovy Waters, Brick, The Smoke, Ralphi Rosario, Bootsy Collins, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.

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)