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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.

All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Echospace, The J.B.'s, The Trojans, Zero Boys, Pantytec, DNA, H. Thieme, Scientists, The Cure, Leonard Cohen, Lou Reed, Anakelly, Oppenheimer Analysis, Gil Scott Heron, The Seeds, David McCallum, Todd Terry, Freddie Wadling, FM Einheit, Fugazi, Amon Düül II, Gastr Del Sol, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Roxette, New Order, Larry & the Blue Notes, Country Teasers, Arab on Radar, Gerry Rafferty, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Pop Group, Ponytail, Gabor Szabo, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Electric Prunes, Boogie Down Productions, The Electric Prunes, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Masters at Work, Grey Daturas, Fort Wilson Riot, The Royal Family And The Poor, Saccharine Trust, Half Japanese, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Tremeloes, Moebius, Cecil Taylor, Au Pairs, Tres Demented, The Monks, AZ, Scratch Acid, Fifty Foot Hose, cv313, Deadbeat, The Last Poets, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Lalann, Khruangbin, Surgeon, Barclay James Harvest, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.

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)