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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.

All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

Deadbeat, Yusef Lateef, ABBA, Black Sheep, Fear, cv313, Ohio Players, Loose Ends, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Nation of Ulysses, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Bronski Beat, Quando Quango, Supertramp, Aloha Tigers, Connie Case, The Dirtbombs, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Monks, Severed Heads, Larry & the Blue Notes, Nick Fraelich, a-ha, E-Dancer, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Barbara Tucker, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, UT, Charles Mingus, Ronan, Joyce Sims, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, China Crisis, The Monochrome Set, AZ, Niagra, Jeru the Damaja, Funkadelic, Brand Nubian, Jimmy McGriff, Mandrill, The Gladiators, The Standells, Michelle Simonal, New York Dolls, Maurizio, Sandy B, Colin Newman, Eurythmics, Ituana, Junior Murvin, Dave Gahan, Marcia Griffiths, Alphaville, Gil Scott Heron, Aswad, John Cale, The Walker Brothers, Nico, The Sound, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Urselle, Wire, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.

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)