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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.

All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.

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

Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Erasure, Skriet, Harry Pussy, Juan Atkins, Steve Hackett, Unrelated Segments, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Duran Duran, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Camouflage, Cabaret Voltaire, Soul Sonic Force, Niagra, cv313, Vladislav Delay, The Velvet Underground, Stiv Bators, Mandrill, Barry Ungar, Reagan Youth, Joensuu 1685, Adolescents, Rites of Spring, Schoolly D, The Busters, David McCallum, Bluetip, The Leaves, Monolake, Jerry's Kids, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Dennis Brown, Trumans Water, Wally Richardson, Susan Cadogan, Index, The Invisible, James Chance & The Contortions, Babytalk, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, These Immortal Souls, The Gories, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Slave, Can, Bizarre Inc., Ronnie Foster, Nik Kershaw, Ice-T, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Kurtis Blow, Avey Tare, Essential Logic, Easy Going, Monks, Interpol, Japan, Morten Harket, Sad Lovers and Giants, Clear Light, Infiniti, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.

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)