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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.

All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ohio Players, Young Marble Giants, Freddie Wadling, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Graham Central Station, Warren Ellis, Grauzone, Davy DMX, The American Breed, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Television, L. Decosne, cv313, 10cc, Unwound, Scott Walker, Altered Images, Pole, Matthew Halsall, Excepter, Carl Craig, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Curtis Mayfield, Scion, Lightning Bolt, The Sonics, Robert Wyatt, Soulsonic Force, Rufus Thomas, Public Image Ltd., Boz Scaggs, Television Personalities, The Gladiators, Alice Coltrane, Grandmaster Flash, Piero Umiliani, Blancmange, Gregory Isaacs, Barclay James Harvest, Outsiders, Make Up, CMW, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, the Germs, Guru Guru, The Black Dice, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Music Machine, Vainqueur, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Livin' Joy, Terry Callier, Faraquet, Traffic Nightmare, Echo & the Bunnymen, Mantronix, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Soft Machine, Qualms, Fear, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.

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)