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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.

All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

Neil Young, Delon & Dalcan, James Chance & The Contortions, Ultimate Spinach, The Happenings, The Pretty Things, Radiohead, Ohio Players, Matthew Halsall, The Wake, New Order, Joe Finger, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, The Selecter, Godley & Creme, the Soft Cell, Essential Logic, Liaisons Dangereuses, Eyeless In Gaza, Lebanon Hanover, Peter & Gordon, Albert Ayler, Brass Construction, June Days, Funky Four + One, The Shadows of Knight, Flamin' Groovies, James White and The Blacks, Amazonics, Audionom, Danielle Patucci, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Moby Grape, Deakin, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Altered Images, Throbbing Gristle, Nik Kershaw, Crooked Eye, Gang Starr, Grauzone, Radio Birdman, Slave, John Coltrane, Eurythmics, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Jeff Mills, The Techniques, Tim Buckley, Organ, The Knickerbockers, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Lee Hazlewood, Harpers Bizarre, Skaos, ABBA, Hardrive, Skriet, Moebius, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.

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)