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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.

All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Doobie Brothers, R.M.O., Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Von Mondo, Cabaret Voltaire, Lalann, Surgeon, Arab on Radar, Cameo, Public Enemy, Man Eating Sloth, Dennis Brown, The Smoke, Brand Nubian, Deepchord, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Heavy D & The Boyz, Circle Jerks, Babytalk, The Blackbyrds, Rapeman, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Neil Young, Janne Schatter, Shoche, The United States of America, Reagan Youth, Matthew Bourne, Buzzcocks, Supertramp, Hot Snakes, Easy Going, The Motions, Oblivians, The Fugs, Ossler, Lungfish, Guru Guru, Sister Nancy, Black Bananas, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Barracudas, The Walker Brothers, Scott Walker, Howard Jones, the Swans, Pulsallama, Jerry's Kids, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, London Community Gospel Choir, Index, Barbara Tucker, Vainqueur, Schoolly D, Harpers Bizarre, Joe Finger, Michelle Simonal, Magma, Tim Buckley, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.

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)