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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Scientists to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.

All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Man Parrish, Sandy B, Jerry's Kids, Radiohead, Underground Resistance, The Busters, Kaleidoscope, The Five Americans, Sarah Menescal, Wings, the Swans, Reagan Youth, Dead Boys, Monolake, Cheater Slicks, Chris & Cosey, Lalo Schifrin, Swell Maps, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Tropical Tobacco, Electric Prunes, The Red Krayola, The Fuzztones, The Sound, Scratch Acid, the Normal, Eli Mardock, Junior Murvin, Connie Case, The Golliwogs, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Boredoms, Gang Green, Lou Reed & Metallica, Moebius, Bill Near, Crime, Aloha Tigers, Arthur Verocai, Robert Wyatt, Massinfluence, The Durutti Column, Bad Manners, Visage, Spoonie Gee, The Moody Blues, Flash Fearless, Tomorrow, Agent Orange, Black Bananas, Shoche, Beasts of Bourbon, Cecil Taylor, Minnie Riperton, Country Teasers, Anakelly, The Last Poets, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.

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)