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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.

All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

EPMD, Thompson Twins, Kurtis Blow, Brick, E-Dancer, Ash Ra Tempel, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Motorama, Black Flag, Sister Nancy, The Tremeloes, DJ Sneak, Rakim, Man Eating Sloth, Minnie Riperton, Surgeon, Arthur Verocai, Quando Quango, In Retrospect, Television, Country Joe & The Fish, Fat Boys, The Buckinghams, Subhumans, Drexciya, The Stooges, The Music Machine, Matthew Halsall, Zero Boys, Scan 7, Stiv Bators, David Bowie, Japan, The Mummies, Los Fastidios, The Smiths, Rhythm & Sound, Neu!, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Qualms, The Shadows of Knight, Larry & the Blue Notes, Yazoo, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, ABBA, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Fela Kuti, Jerry Gold Smith, Pierre Henry, Gang of Four, Lower 48, Soul Sonic Force, Judy Mowatt, Bobby Byrd, Nation of Ulysses, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Visage, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The Fall, Sparks, Black Pus, Schoolly D, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.

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)