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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.

All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Invisible, Echospace, DNA, Marc Almond, Nick Fraelich, The Happenings, Vaughan Mason & Crew, a-ha, Lou Christie, Amon Düül, Vainqueur, Lalann, The Kinks, The Victims, Icehouse, Dennis Brown, Sight & Sound, Roxy Music, Kayak, The Busters, The Dead C, Beasts of Bourbon, Terrestrial Tones, The Blues Magoos, Godley & Creme, The Searchers, Jeff Lynne, Albert Ayler, The Fire Engines, Smog, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Liaisons Dangereuses, The Flesh Eaters, Boogie Down Productions, Thompson Twins, DJ Style, Lyres, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Au Pairs, Jimmy McGriff, The Golliwogs, Bill Wells, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Brick, Skaos, Sam Rivers, Black Moon, Neil Young, Gichy Dan, Dead Boys, Con Funk Shun, Lungfish, Trumans Water, Inner City, Youth Brigade, EPMD, Scientists, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Lou Reed & John Cale, Average White Band, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.

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)