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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.

All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

a-ha, Terrestrial Tones, David Axelrod, F. McDonald, Groovy Waters, CMW, The Busters, The Litter, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Faraquet, T. Rex, Bauhaus, Neil Young, The Durutti Column, Rekid, Alphaville, R.M.O., The Tremeloes, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Count Five, Crash Course in Science, Drexciya, Gian Franco Pienzio, Moebius, Massinfluence, The Mojo Men, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Gil Scott Heron, David McCallum, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, One Last Wish, L. Decosne, DJ Sneak, The Moody Blues, Tim Buckley, Niagra, Q and Not U, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Mary Jane Girls, cv313, Neu!, Sun City Girls, Barclay James Harvest, Funky Four + One, Sister Nancy, Fear, Marmalade, The Standells, The Walker Brothers, Electric Light Orchestra, Aloha Tigers, Susan Cadogan, Carl Craig, Zero Boys, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Khruangbin, DeepChord presents Echospace, John Holt, Surgeon, The Cramps, KRS-One, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.

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)