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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.

All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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?

Lou Christie, Josef K, the Swans, The Music Machine, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Godley & Creme, K-Klass, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, La Düsseldorf, Mission of Burma, Isaac Hayes, The Happenings, OOIOO, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Symarip, Eden Ahbez, Mo-Dettes, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Todd Terry, Schoolly D, Suburban Knight, Judy Mowatt, Kings Of Tomorrow, Juan Atkins, Little Man, The Golliwogs, Easy Going, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The Electric Prunes, Delon & Dalcan, Barclay James Harvest, the Germs, Eli Mardock, Young Marble Giants, The Fuzztones, Sound Behaviour, The Gories, Lindisfarne, Eurythmics, X-102, Bizarre Inc., Jerry Gold Smith, Smog, The Selecter, Royal Trux, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The Blackbyrds, The Real Kids, Banda Bassotti, James White and The Blacks, Angry Samoans, Robert Görl, Yusef Lateef, Moby Grape, The Five Americans, The Royal Family And The Poor, Electric Light Orchestra, Aural Exciters, Sonny Sharrock, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.

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)