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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.

All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Minnie Riperton, Ken Boothe, Scion, Lou Reed, Slick Rick, Scrapy, Todd Rundgren, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Human League, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Erasure, Young Marble Giants, Donald Byrd, Brass Construction, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Sonics, Prince Buster, Heaven 17, L. Decosne, Mantronix, Public Image Ltd., Sad Lovers and Giants, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Bob Dylan, The Remains, 10cc, Toni Rubio, Boogie Down Productions, The Birthday Party, Skarface, Mo-Dettes, Joe Smooth, Eurythmics, Malaria!, The Misunderstood, Derrick Morgan, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Ronan, Bronski Beat, Mad Mike, Arab on Radar, Lucky Dragons, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Camouflage, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Bootsy's Rubber Band, The Mighty Diamonds, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Thee Headcoats, One Last Wish, The Real Kids, Nas, Urselle, Funky Four + One, Model 500, The Slackers, Letta Mbulu, The Electric Prunes, Neu!, Black Sheep, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.

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)