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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.

All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Ultravox, Pole, Man Parrish, Bootsy Collins, Dawn Penn, Infiniti, K-Klass, Bluetip, Inner City, A Certain Ratio, The Sisters of Mercy, The Vogues, Los Fastidios, Saccharine Trust, The Skatalites, Barclay James Harvest, Piero Umiliani, Freddie Wadling, Radiopuhelimet, Heaven 17, Deepchord, Big Daddy Kane, Oblivians, Zapp, David McCallum, Rod Modell, Sonny Sharrock, Lou Reed & John Cale, Terry Callier, Rapeman, Black Flag, Vainqueur, Reagan Youth, Lou Reed & Metallica, James White and The Blacks, The Searchers, Cybotron, Pulsallama, Supertramp, Sun Ra, Massinfluence, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Bob Dylan, Underground Resistance, Thee Headcoats, David Axelrod, Kaleidoscope, Agent Orange, Delta 5, Index, La Düsseldorf, Girls At Our Best!, Suicide, Minutemen, Alton Ellis, Radiohead, The Velvet Underground, Gabor Szabo, Sunsets and Hearts, The Jesus and Mary Chain, the Soft Cell, Sarah Menescal, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.

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)