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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.

All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.

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

But have you seen my records?

Todd Rundgren, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Move, The Gladiators, Neil Young, Icehouse, Radio Birdman, Cluster, Infiniti, DeepChord presents Echospace, Lindisfarne, Lou Reed & John Cale, Harry Pussy, the Fania All-Stars, Jandek, Chrome, Marine Girls, Tim Buckley, Urselle, Derrick May, Matthew Halsall, Nation of Ulysses, Neu!, The Moleskins, Junior Murvin, New Age Steppers, Ronnie Foster, Gabor Szabo, Gang Green, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Sound Behaviour, U.S. Maple, FM Einheit, The Shadows of Knight, Fear, Drexciya, Monolake, The Gap Band, Judy Mowatt, Nas, Mary Jane Girls, the Swans, John Holt, Inner City, Gong, Talk Talk, The Cowsills, ABC, Larry & the Blue Notes, Simply Red, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Zeros, the Normal, The Dead C, These Immortal Souls, Rod Modell, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Soul Sonic Force, The Slackers, Hot Snakes, Funkadelic, Animal Collective, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.

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)