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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.

All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Jimmy McGriff, Marvin Gaye, Man Parrish, Pulsallama, Lou Reed & Metallica, the Normal, Silicon Teens, Essential Logic, Altered Images, Bobby Sherman, The Black Dice, Thompson Twins, Lou Reed, The Monks, Ash Ra Tempel, Stereo Dub, Jacques Brel, Malaria!, Barrington Levy, Echospace, Soul Sonic Force, The Leaves, Oneida, Model 500, The Happenings, Bobby Byrd, The Seeds, Kurtis Blow, The Gun Club, Wings, Saccharine Trust, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Andrew Hill, Nirvana, Wally Richardson, Rotary Connection, Motorama, James White and The Blacks, Dawn Penn, Scan 7, Aaron Thompson, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Fall, The Buckinghams, Nas, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Talk Talk, the Soft Cell, Bobbi Humphrey, The Wake, UT, Scratch Acid, Sly & The Family Stone, Faust, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Selector Dub Narcotic, Ralphi Rosario, Bob Dylan, Brand Nubian, The Index, Hashim, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.

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)