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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.

All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Country Joe & The Fish, Mandrill, Surgeon, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Vainqueur, MC5, Quando Quango, Matthew Halsall, Colin Newman, Lou Reed & Metallica, Joey Negro, Piero Umiliani, The Moody Blues, CMW, Reagan Youth, Electric Prunes, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Minny Pops, Louis and Bebe Barron, Yusef Lateef, Lalo Schifrin, Duran Duran, Sun City Girls, Todd Terry, The Barracudas, Lindisfarne, Anthony Braxton, Make Up, Donald Byrd, Crime, Arcadia, The Five Americans, Metal Thangz, Lou Christie, The Cosmic Jokers, Morten Harket, the Bar-Kays, Arab on Radar, Bobby Hutcherson, Inner City, The Stooges, Q and Not U, The Raincoats, Moss Icon, The Searchers, Soft Cell, The Trojans, DJ Style, 8 Eyed Spy, The Gun Club, Nirvana, Blake Baxter, Ornette Coleman, Funky Four + One, Nas, the Slits, Gang Green, Derrick May, Das Ding, The Techniques, Quadrant, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.

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)