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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.

All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Moody Blues, Thompson Twins, Danielle Patucci, Bizarre Inc., The Cowsills, Negative Approach, Bang On A Can, Godley & Creme, Beasts of Bourbon, Cheater Slicks, Ornette Coleman, the Soft Cell, Eddi Front, Chris & Cosey, Bad Manners, Q65, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Agitation Free, Symarip, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Rhythm & Sound, The Wake, Sam Rivers, Stiv Bators, Man Eating Sloth, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Nas, Pet Shop Boys, Excepter, Jerry Gold Smith, Larry & the Blue Notes, Roxette, The Associates, Marshall Jefferson, Jerry's Kids, Gang Green, Thee Headcoats, Matthew Bourne, Crime, Selector Dub Narcotic, Maleditus Sound, Minor Threat, Barbara Tucker, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Drexciya, Arcadia, DJ Style, Toni Rubio, Brothers Johnson, Metal Thangz, Eli Mardock, Popol Vuh, Soul Sonic Force, Darondo, Crash Course in Science, The Fortunes, London Community Gospel Choir, Icehouse, Panda Bear, Dennis Brown, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.

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)