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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.

All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nik Kershaw, Leonard Cohen, Mark Hollis, Freddie Wadling, Faust, Ajijia Myrayebe, The Barracudas, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Doors, Agitation Free, Alton Ellis, Bizarre Inc., Sight & Sound, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Byron Stingily, Buzzcocks, Alison Limerick, Althea and Donna, The United States of America, The Mojo Men, Frankie Knuckles, H. Thieme, The Slits, Soul Sonic Force, Scan 7, Schoolly D, Heaven 17, Yazoo, Josef K, Bobby Sherman, One Last Wish, Amon Düül II, Gregory Isaacs, Robert Wyatt, Ice-T, Marmalade, Camouflage, Jacques Brel, Section 25, Rites of Spring, Ornette Coleman, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Ken Boothe, Joe Smooth, Robert Görl, Crash Course in Science, Harpers Bizarre, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Zero Boys, K-Klass, Radiopuhelimet, Fluxion, Flipper, James White and The Blacks, Unwound, The Offenders, Motorama, Nico, Kenny Larkin, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Rakim, Susan Cadogan, Alice Coltrane, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.

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)