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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.

All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Offenders, Bill Wells, Man Eating Sloth, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Das Ding, The Cowsills, Roger Hodgson, Boogie Down Productions, Moby Grape, CMW, Silicon Teens, Mission of Burma, New Order, Ornette Coleman, It's A Beautiful Day, Con Funk Shun, Freddie Wadling, Toni Rubio, The Happenings, The Slits, Lee Hazlewood, Bobby Hutcherson, The Monks, Stetsasonic, Jerry Gold Smith, Electric Prunes, The Busters, Shuggie Otis, D'Angelo, Echo & the Bunnymen, Eurythmics, Subhumans, Loose Ends, China Crisis, John Lydon, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Index, Lalo Schifrin, Television, Black Moon, Rufus Thomas, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Public Image Ltd., Bobby Sherman, Royal Trux, Traffic Nightmare, Suburban Knight, Eyeless In Gaza, Cluster, LL Cool J, Jesper Dahlback, Jerry's Kids, Lebanon Hanover, kango's stein massive, Hoover, Scan 7, Deepchord, Agitation Free, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.

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)