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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.

All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Amon Düül II, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Matthew Halsall, David Bowie, Aswad, Soul II Soul, Model 500, Max Romeo, Shuggie Otis, Godley & Creme, Eli Mardock, Grandmaster Flash, Warren Ellis, Hoover, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Amon Düül, Man Parrish, Minnie Riperton, Neil Young, Patti Smith, Sandy B, Tubeway Army, Ralphi Rosario, Con Funk Shun, CMW, The Saints, Kaleidoscope, The Techniques, Sam Rivers, Basic Channel, Magma, Vladislav Delay, Man Eating Sloth, Barry Ungar, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Harmonia, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Adolescents, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Sly & The Family Stone, Magazine, The Pop Group, Sunsets and Hearts, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gian Franco Pienzio, Lou Reed, The Kinks, Echo & the Bunnymen, Kas Product, Symarip, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Aaron Thompson, MC5, Iggy Pop, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Jacques Brel, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Sparks, Radio Birdman, Donald Byrd, Amazonics, Flash Fearless, Excepter, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.

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)