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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.

All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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 Oneida record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Theoretical Girls, The Misunderstood, Massinfluence, Avey Tare, Banda Bassotti, Ossler, The Count Five, Thee Headcoats, Tim Buckley, Skarface, L. Decosne, Bootsy Collins, Jerry's Kids, Dead Boys, Guru Guru, Aswad, Neu!, Moebius, Marcia Griffiths, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Barracudas, Dennis Brown, Fugazi, Dark Day, David Bowie, ABC, Make Up, June Days, Los Fastidios, Desert Stars, The Star Department, Soul II Soul, Marc Almond, Gabor Szabo, Harpers Bizarre, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Be Bop Deluxe, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Piero Umiliani, Warren Ellis, Kool Moe Dee, Gong, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Black Flag, Roger Hodgson, The Raincoats, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Matthew Halsall, Yusef Lateef, Joy Division, Niagra, PIL, Rekid, Terry Callier, Warsaw, Alison Limerick, Sam Rivers, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Jandek, Mr. Review, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.

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)