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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.

All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Electric Prunes, The Dead C, Unrelated Segments, Intrusion, Juan Atkins, Anakelly, Black Pus, Byron Stingily, Guru Guru, Piero Umiliani, The Litter, Talk Talk, The Techniques, It's A Beautiful Day, Cybotron, Heaven 17, Blake Baxter, Monks, Lou Christie, Amon Düül, Max Romeo, Agitation Free, Jeff Mills, The Moleskins, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Detroit Cobras, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Glenn Branca, Ken Boothe, Brick, Janne Schatter, Marvin Gaye, Scratch Acid, Ash Ra Tempel, Fat Boys, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Scientists, K-Klass, James Chance & The Contortions, the Normal, Kenny Larkin, Sällskapet, Neil Young, Todd Terry, Gang Gang Dance, Subhumans, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Grauzone, Whodini, The Cramps, Khruangbin, Niagra, Deakin, The Doors, Bronski Beat, David Axelrod, Sister Nancy, The Saints, Average White Band, Maurizio, The Red Krayola, Gang Green, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.

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)