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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.

All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Big Daddy Kane, Accadde A, T.S.O.L., Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Soft Cell, Bronski Beat, UT, John Coltrane, Popol Vuh, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Agitation Free, Severed Heads, Marc Almond, Audionom, The Kinks, Section 25, Subhumans, Von Mondo, the Bar-Kays, Gregory Isaacs, The Associates, Brass Construction, Johnny Clarke, The Gories, Faraquet, The Electric Prunes, The Monks, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Letta Mbulu, Flamin' Groovies, Rod Modell, The Wake, The Grass Roots, Public Image Ltd., Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Minutemen, Fad Gadget, H. Thieme, Funkadelic, Barclay James Harvest, Joe Smooth, Donny Hathaway, The Residents, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, In Retrospect, The Birthday Party, Dark Day, DeepChord presents Echospace, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Sam Rivers, Franke, The Trojans, Jeff Lynne, Q65, The Red Krayola, Hot Snakes, Rotary Connection, The Doors, X-102, Judy Mowatt, X-101, Oppenheimer Analysis, 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)