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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.

All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Maurizio, Kenny Larkin, Arthur Verocai, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The Gun Club, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), DeepChord presents Echospace, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Accadde A, Jerry Gold Smith, The Buckinghams, The Sound, Sonny Sharrock, Girls At Our Best!, The Blackbyrds, James White and The Blacks, Sly & The Family Stone, The Zeros, Intrusion, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Kayak, Wings, Chris & Cosey, the Sonics, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, the Association, Visage, Lungfish, Dark Day, The Mummies, Sällskapet, Stockholm Monsters, Loose Ends, Blancmange, The Knickerbockers, Dennis Brown, The J.B.'s, Scratch Acid, Fort Wilson Riot, Byron Stingily, Rekid, Urselle, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Silicon Teens, The Monks, Slave, The Fugs, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Crispian St. Peters, Curtis Mayfield, Country Teasers, Cal Tjader, Black Flag, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Bang on a Can All-Stars, a-ha, Jeff Lynne, Unwound, Make Up, David Axelrod, Toni Rubio, Ultramagnetic MC's, Albert Ayler, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.

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)