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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.

All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ponytail, The Raincoats, Gerry Rafferty, Gichy Dan, Drive Like Jehu, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Five Americans, Con Funk Shun, Intrusion, Stockholm Monsters, Avey Tare, Morten Harket, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ten City, Excepter, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Glenn Branca, The Zeros, Bizarre Inc., Lower 48, Camberwell Now, Kenny Larkin, Nirvana, the Soft Cell, MDC, Kings Of Tomorrow, Pharoah Sanders, Public Image Ltd., Rosa Yemen, Quando Quango, The Mojo Men, Trumans Water, Dead Boys, Fluxion, Erykah Badu, The Names, Neu!, Zero Boys, Eyeless In Gaza, Black Moon, E-Dancer, R.M.O., Andrew Hill, Country Joe & The Fish, This Heat, The New Christs, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Crispian St. Peters, the Association, Altered Images, Young Marble Giants, Henry Cow, Danielle Patucci, Depeche Mode, Lyres, Jeff Mills, Soul II Soul, The Slits, Wasted Youth, ABBA, Kas Product, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.

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)