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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.

All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Blues Magoos, Eve St. Jones, The Dead C, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Oblivians, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Cheater Slicks, Saccharine Trust, Roger Hodgson, The Sound, JFA, Sugar Minott, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Von Mondo, Alphaville, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, The Saints, Robert Hood, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Amon Düül II, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Derrick Morgan, Joyce Sims, T.S.O.L., Bronski Beat, Hashim, Scrapy, Fela Kuti, Sun City Girls, The Five Americans, These Immortal Souls, Simply Red, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Supertramp, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Joe Smooth, The Dave Clark Five, E-Dancer, The Remains, The Knickerbockers, New Order, Wasted Youth, Aaron Thompson, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, June Days, Masters at Work, Main Source, Nation of Ulysses, In Retrospect, Bobby Hutcherson, the Fania All-Stars, Icehouse, Hoover, Anthony Braxton, LL Cool J, The Neon Judgement, Michelle Simonal, Joensuu 1685, Eurythmics, Tears for Fears, The Sisters of Mercy, The Moody Blues, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.

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)