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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.

All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Slick Rick, Crooked Eye, The Pretty Things, The Trojans, Bill Near, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Althea and Donna, Man Eating Sloth, Yaz, The Gladiators, Oblivians, John Holt, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Byron Stingily, Glambeats Corp., Jacques Brel, The Blackbyrds, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Au Pairs, Radiohead, Bobbi Humphrey, The Detroit Cobras, Barrington Levy, Joey Negro, Sparks, Kas Product, Parry Music, Tim Buckley, Grauzone, John Foxx, Mars, Barbara Tucker, Unwound, Todd Rundgren, The Seeds, Motorama, Eurythmics, Graham Central Station, Black Sheep, Yusef Lateef, Deakin, Lonnie Liston Smith, Radiopuhelimet, Howard Jones, Sixth Finger, Ituana, Morten Harket, Spoonie Gee, The Fall, Idris Muhammad, Scratch Acid, Soft Machine, Yazoo, Main Source, Gang Green, Scott Walker, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.

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)