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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Evens. All the underground hits.

All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Happenings, Wolf Eyes, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Stooges, Japan, Marvin Gaye, Reuben Wilson, Lucky Dragons, Guru Guru, A Flock of Seagulls, Big Daddy Kane, These Immortal Souls, Prince Buster, The New Christs, Bobby Hutcherson, The Invisible, The Fortunes, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Iggy Pop, Marcia Griffiths, Eric Copeland, Rod Modell, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Barry Ungar, Robert Wyatt, Infiniti, Suburban Knight, Bob Dylan, Johnny Clarke, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Gichy Dan, Tropical Tobacco, Ultimate Spinach, The Real Kids, Intrusion, Pylon, Sun Ra, Panda Bear, Minutemen, Ohio Players, Blancmange, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Sarah Menescal, Chris Corsano, Sister Nancy, Todd Terry, The Smoke, a-ha, DJ Style, Kaleidoscope, Bobbi Humphrey, The Standells, Kings Of Tomorrow, Joe Smooth, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Goldenarms, Stereo Dub, Marmalade, Danielle Patucci, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.

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)