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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fortunes 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.

All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Deepchord, Grauzone, Excepter, Underground Resistance, Ludus, The Young Rascals, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Cal Tjader, Delon & Dalcan, Slave, David McCallum, Gang Gang Dance, The Mighty Diamonds, The Saints, Eric Copeland, Amon Düül, The Misunderstood, Brothers Johnson, Dual Sessions, David Axelrod, Reuben Wilson, Boogie Down Productions, Marine Girls, The Seeds, Lindisfarne, Terrestrial Tones, Lonnie Liston Smith, Quantec, Agent Orange, Faraquet, The Searchers, Aloha Tigers, Yellowson, Peter and Kerry, Rod Modell, Neil Young, Lou Reed & John Cale, Skarface, Ajijia Myrayebe, Carl Craig, The Buckinghams, Black Sheep, Nick Fraelich, Unwound, Monks, Leonard Cohen, Brick, Index, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Rufus Thomas, Lalann, Arab on Radar, The Litter, Archie Shepp, Isaac Hayes, It's A Beautiful Day, Organ, CMW, Flipper, Moby Grape, Newcleus, Erykah Badu, Fad Gadget, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.

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)