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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.

All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Inner City, Young Marble Giants, The Gap Band, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Buckinghams, Gang Starr, Agitation Free, Half Japanese, Skriet, The Dirtbombs, Sex Pistols, The Zeros, Echo & the Bunnymen, Rotary Connection, Gong, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Lalann, Neil Young, Jawbox, The Raincoats, Marvin Gaye, Tim Buckley, Ultramagnetic MC's, Animal Collective, Nirvana, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Youth Brigade, Niagra, David Axelrod, John Holt, Aural Exciters, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Matthew Halsall, Jandek, The Misunderstood, Cluster, Anakelly, The Golliwogs, Tom Boy, The Sound, Swans, the Association, Ultimate Spinach, Scion, DeepChord presents Echospace, Marshall Jefferson, The Angels of Light, Morten Harket, The Velvet Underground, The J.B.'s, Urselle, Wire, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Delta 5, Bobby Sherman, Rosa Yemen, the Germs, Todd Rundgren, Deadbeat, Quando Quango, Icehouse, Sound Behaviour, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.

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)