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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Wake to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.

All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

T. Rex, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Minny Pops, Au Pairs, Erasure, The United States of America, Liaisons Dangereuses, Slick Rick, Shoche, The Martian, The Gladiators, Eve St. Jones, The Vogues, Stetsasonic, Jesper Dahlback, Kayak, Harmonia, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sex Pistols, Blancmange, DeepChord presents Echospace, Model 500, Soul Sonic Force, Organ, 10cc, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Tropical Tobacco, Moebius, The Birthday Party, The Moleskins, Animal Collective, John Lydon, The Beau Brummels, Tres Demented, Trumans Water, June Days, Aswad, Brand Nubian, Das Ding, Lebanon Hanover, The Shadows of Knight, Circle Jerks, Aural Exciters, Brothers Johnson, Grauzone, Janne Schatter, Camouflage, The Neon Judgement, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, John Cale, The Move, The Cowsills, Sonny Sharrock, K-Klass, Danielle Patucci, Excepter, Subhumans, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Yaz, Radiohead, Black Bananas, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.

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)