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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.

All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Blackbyrds, Dennis Brown, The Modern Lovers, Swans, Mary Jane Girls, Intrusion, Henry Cow, Aswad, F. McDonald, Black Flag, Royal Trux, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Cowsills, The Monochrome Set, Suburban Knight, Deepchord, The Gladiators, The Raincoats, Marvin Gaye, Eyeless In Gaza, The Knickerbockers, the Swans, Magma, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Sarah Menescal, Roger Hodgson, Soul II Soul, In Retrospect, Robert Hood, Con Funk Shun, Bizarre Inc., Neil Young, Groovy Waters, Public Enemy, Terry Callier, Oneida, Soulsonic Force, The Barracudas, Dorothy Ashby, Ituana, Flash Fearless, Jesper Dahlbäck, L. Decosne, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Ohio Players, Sun City Girls, UT, The Mojo Men, China Crisis, Newcleus, Archie Shepp, Sixth Finger, Jimmy McGriff, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Sound, Sugar Minott, Blake Baxter, Donny Hathaway, Ultimate Spinach, The Durutti Column, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.

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)