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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.

All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

Erykah Badu, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Tres Demented, The Residents, DeepChord presents Echospace, Newcleus, The Leaves, Frankie Knuckles, cv313, The United States of America, Skarface, Section 25, James White and The Blacks, Scratch Acid, Visage, David McCallum, The Saints, Tommy Roe, Piero Umiliani, Sister Nancy, Glenn Branca, Easy Going, The Fire Engines, Black Flag, Moss Icon, Duran Duran, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Walker Brothers, Wire, The Velvet Underground, Erasure, Mantronix, Index, In Retrospect, Quando Quango, Malaria!, Minnie Riperton, DNA, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Terrestrial Tones, A Certain Ratio, Gabor Szabo, Pantaleimon, Sällskapet, Kings Of Tomorrow, The Sisters of Mercy, Isaac Hayes, Essential Logic, The Knickerbockers, Amon Düül II, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Associates, The Detroit Cobras, Depeche Mode, Siglo XX, Inner City, Amon Düül, Oblivians, Camberwell Now, Aswad, Kool Moe Dee, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.

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)