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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.

All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Stockholm Monsters, Lee Hazlewood, Pagans, Gang Gang Dance, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, ABBA, The Dave Clark Five, Rekid, Outsiders, Symarip, The Blackbyrds, Dorothy Ashby, The Walker Brothers, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Jesper Dahlback, Black Moon, the Association, the Sonics, The Associates, Joyce Sims, Marmalade, A Certain Ratio, Ten City, DJ Style, The Fugs, the Germs, Monks, The United States of America, Second Layer, Con Funk Shun, Sonny Sharrock, Morten Harket, Nick Fraelich, Y Pants, Ralphi Rosario, Pet Shop Boys, Goldenarms, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Ultramagnetic MC's, Cybotron, John Lydon, Cluster, Carl Craig, The Fall, Kool Moe Dee, Robert Hood, a-ha, Mr. Review, Shuggie Otis, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Warsaw, Altered Images, Jawbox, La Düsseldorf, Dead Boys, Visage, Crooked Eye, The Neon Judgement, Ossler, Crispy Ambulance, Stetsasonic, Gang Starr, Ultravox, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.

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)