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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Magma. All the underground hits.

All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jeff Mills, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Stereo Dub, Surgeon, Warren Ellis, The Monks, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Joyce Sims, Sad Lovers and Giants, Pantytec, These Immortal Souls, Vladislav Delay, the Germs, Matthew Bourne, Eyeless In Gaza, The Invisible, Harry Pussy, The Moleskins, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Steve Hackett, X-102, Marcia Griffiths, Public Image Ltd., Letta Mbulu, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The Toasters, Von Mondo, Hoover, The Tremeloes, Alison Limerick, Slick Rick, The Pretty Things, Isaac Hayes, Inner City, Jerry's Kids, Al Stewart, Stiv Bators, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Amon Düül II, Funkadelic, Michelle Simonal, Dave Gahan, Bush Tetras, Echospace, Iggy Pop, Interpol, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Gang Green, Silicon Teens, Motorama, Shoche, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Eric B and Rakim, kango's stein massive, Popol Vuh, ABBA, Aaron Thompson, Pylon, Adolescents, Fear, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.

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)