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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 David Bowie 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 Fat Boys 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.

All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Grandmaster Flash, The Associates, Brothers Johnson, Barrington Levy, Amon Düül, The United States of America, Soulsonic Force, Sexual Harrassment, KRS-One, Scientists, Y Pants, Sex Pistols, The Mighty Diamonds, Suicide, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Duran Duran, Aaron Thompson, Idris Muhammad, The Moody Blues, Ohio Players, ABBA, Pulsallama, Country Teasers, T. Rex, Black Moon, Magazine, kango's stein massive, Pere Ubu, Gil Scott Heron, Qualms, David Axelrod, Mad Mike, New Age Steppers, Loose Ends, Todd Rundgren, Lee Hazlewood, Hasil Adkins, Dead Boys, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Davy DMX, Derrick Morgan, Glenn Branca, The Star Department, Eric Copeland, The Modern Lovers, Crispy Ambulance, X-Ray Spex, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Aloha Tigers, Reagan Youth, David Bowie, Skarface, Zapp, The Toasters, Eric Dolphy, Television Personalities, The Slackers, The Gun Club, The Red Krayola, Sugar Minott, Moss Icon, The Knickerbockers, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.

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)