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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.

All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Make Up, Skriet, Deakin, Monks, Dawn Penn, The Stooges, Gichy Dan, World's Most, The Sound, Jacques Brel, The Victims, The Chocolate Watch Band, Eric Copeland, Deadbeat, The Velvet Underground, Vladislav Delay, Jerry's Kids, Rosa Yemen, Bobby Hutcherson, Davy DMX, Wolf Eyes, Lyres, Ken Boothe, Visage, New Age Steppers, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Gories, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The American Breed, The Flesh Eaters, Crooked Eye, Aural Exciters, Stiv Bators, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Cosmic Jokers, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Roxy Music, Roy Ayers, Quando Quango, The Motions, Cybotron, Marvin Gaye, Drexciya, Babytalk, Piero Umiliani, John Foxx, Trumans Water, Maurizio, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Guru Guru, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Aswad, Mary Jane Girls, The Real Kids, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Kayak, Mandrill, Fort Wilson Riot, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.

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)