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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.

All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Crash Course in Science, Reuben Wilson, Subhumans, Underground Resistance, The Moleskins, Erasure, Johnny Osbourne, Index, Andrew Hill, Sugar Minott, Suicide, Mad Mike, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Mars, The Raincoats, Letta Mbulu, Jesper Dahlbäck, Skarface, Minutemen, Bang On A Can, Ossler, Peter and Kerry, cv313, Ice-T, Sun City Girls, Jeru the Damaja, Pierre Henry, June Days, Yusef Lateef, The Saints, Rosa Yemen, Essential Logic, JFA, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Throbbing Gristle, Radiohead, Monks, the Slits, Aloha Tigers, The J.B.'s, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Doobie Brothers, E-Dancer, David Bowie, Mo-Dettes, Lou Christie, Eden Ahbez, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Angels of Light, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Girls At Our Best!, The Toasters, Darondo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Spoonie Gee, Buzzcocks, Crooked Eye, Absolute Body Control, Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.

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)