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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.

All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare 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?

Television Personalities, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Zeros, Al Stewart, LL Cool J, John Foxx, Prince Buster, Roy Ayers, Gang of Four, The Trojans, Livin' Joy, the Bar-Kays, Kerri Chandler, Man Parrish, Sam Rivers, Boredoms, Michelle Simonal, Stockholm Monsters, Beasts of Bourbon, Sound Behaviour, Gastr Del Sol, Sugar Minott, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Connie Case, The Wake, Average White Band, Masters at Work, Basic Channel, Spoonie Gee, Fifty Foot Hose, Crispy Ambulance, U.S. Maple, The Mojo Men, June of 44, Fatback Band, Mary Jane Girls, Fela Kuti, David Bowie, Lou Reed & Metallica, Eric Dolphy, Donny Hathaway, Ossler, Max Romeo, Bang On A Can, The Blackbyrds, Skaos, Angry Samoans, Johnny Osbourne, Bronski Beat, Liaisons Dangereuses, Von Mondo, Wolf Eyes, Joy Division, Underground Resistance, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, The Royal Family And The Poor, Stetsasonic, Bauhaus, Aswad, Rufus Thomas, Yazoo, Gregory Isaacs, David McCallum, Duran Duran, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.

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)