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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.

All The Shadows of Knight 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Absolute Body Control, Carl Craig, Rufus Thomas, Crash Course in Science, Liliput, The Red Krayola, Lalann, The Fire Engines, Slave, Henry Cow, Fela Kuti, B.T. Express, Drive Like Jehu, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Chris & Cosey, UT, Marine Girls, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Alton Ellis, Funkadelic, Bill Near, Monolake, Scientists, Y Pants, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Gap Band, The Zeros, Eyeless In Gaza, The Happenings, Jesper Dahlbäck, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, La Düsseldorf, Unwound, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Joe Smooth, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The Move, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Music Machine, the Germs, Bronski Beat, Neil Young, the Soft Cell, Zapp, Adolescents, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Sunsets and Hearts, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Chrome, Danielle Patucci, Oblivians, Lightning Bolt, Steve Hackett, John Cale, Depeche Mode, Rakim, Thee Headcoats, Lungfish, The Offenders, Ultravox, The J.B.'s, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.

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)