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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.

All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Scott Walker, Roger Hodgson, Ornette Coleman, Moebius, Das Ding, Symarip, The Dead C, Jesper Dahlback, Amon Düül, Barrington Levy, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Spandau Ballet, Beasts of Bourbon, John Cale, Kerri Chandler, Roxette, Sunsets and Hearts, Erasure, Blancmange, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, AZ, Laurel Aitken, Ludus, Eric Dolphy, Mr. Review, The Golliwogs, Bill Near, Letta Mbulu, Eli Mardock, Joe Smooth, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, These Immortal Souls, Sly & The Family Stone, Delon & Dalcan, Kenny Larkin, Excepter, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Scan 7, Donald Byrd, Y Pants, PIL, Barry Ungar, Derrick May, Dual Sessions, Funkadelic, The Fire Engines, Morten Harket, Juan Atkins, The Neon Judgement, Joensuu 1685, Jesper Dahlbäck, Throbbing Gristle, Stetsasonic, Index, Amon Düül II, Vladislav Delay, Joyce Sims, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Lebanon Hanover, Gregory Isaacs, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.

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)