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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.

All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Hardrive, Eyeless In Gaza, Niagra, Bobby Sherman, The Selecter, Ultra Naté, Anakelly, Johnny Osbourne, The Chocolate Watch Band, Reagan Youth, Stiv Bators, The Standells, Bronski Beat, Altered Images, Kas Product, Rhythm & Sound, The Wake, The Busters, Robert Wyatt, Warren Ellis, These Immortal Souls, Ultramagnetic MC's, Donald Byrd, Cybotron, Graham Central Station, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Ituana, Clear Light, Scrapy, Erykah Badu, Joe Finger, Malaria!, Drexciya, The Dead C, Vainqueur, Nico, The Birthday Party, The Dirtbombs, The Red Krayola, Kool Moe Dee, Deepchord, Livin' Joy, Cluster, X-102, Talk Talk, Derrick May, Flipper, Todd Terry, Magma, Aloha Tigers, Anthony Braxton, Davy DMX, The Moody Blues, Big Daddy Kane, Swell Maps, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Arab on Radar, Be Bop Deluxe, Lalann, Robert Görl, Black Sheep, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.

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)