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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.

All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nils Olav, Negative Approach, The Pretty Things, Juan Atkins, Kerri Chandler, China Crisis, Echospace, The Searchers, Scion, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Eric Copeland, Fort Wilson Riot, Kevin Saunderson, Piero Umiliani, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Q65, Von Mondo, Monks, Gang Gang Dance, Boz Scaggs, Kings Of Tomorrow, Aswad, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Wasted Youth, Panda Bear, Joe Finger, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Amon Düül II, Matthew Halsall, Glambeats Corp., Outsiders, Pierre Henry, Accadde A, The Chocolate Watch Band, Basic Channel, Todd Rundgren, Half Japanese, Eric B and Rakim, Stetsasonic, D'Angelo, Dave Gahan, Ultravox, Index, K-Klass, The Divine Comedy, Lakeside, Crispy Ambulance, Livin' Joy, Roy Ayers, DeepChord presents Echospace, Crooked Eye, Delta 5, Eddi Front, Black Sheep, Kool Moe Dee, B.T. Express, ABBA, Lee Hazlewood, Crispian St. Peters, Khruangbin, Pulsallama, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.

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)