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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.

All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Fad Gadget, The Barracudas, Electric Light Orchestra, Silicon Teens, Country Teasers, Drexciya, Delon & Dalcan, Gong, Sunsets and Hearts, Q and Not U, Public Enemy, Rhythm & Sound, Graham Central Station, Scratch Acid, Underground Resistance, Isaac Hayes, Joe Smooth, Erykah Badu, Make Up, Stiv Bators, Sarah Menescal, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Section 25, Lou Christie, Jimmy McGriff, Y Pants, Lou Reed & Metallica, Robert Wyatt, The Evens, Das Ding, Audionom, Agitation Free, The Pop Group, James White and The Blacks, Stetsasonic, Barbara Tucker, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Janne Schatter, Arab on Radar, AZ, The Angels of Light, Nico, Faraquet, Selector Dub Narcotic, London Community Gospel Choir, the Association, Mandrill, Ponytail, Derrick May, The Fire Engines, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Ronnie Foster, Black Moon, Pylon, Yazoo, cv313, kango's stein massive, Brick, The Busters, The Cramps, Banda Bassotti, Soul II Soul, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.

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)