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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.

All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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 Duran Duran record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Moss Icon, Kayak, The Barracudas, 48th St. Collective, Connie Case, Model 500, The Five Americans, the Sonics, Darondo, Rosa Yemen, Los Fastidios, Michelle Simonal, The Cure, The Selecter, Babytalk, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Chris Corsano, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Monolake, Ten City, The Angels of Light, Ornette Coleman, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Desert Stars, The Moleskins, cv313, Matthew Halsall, The Real Kids, Schoolly D, Outsiders, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Kaleidoscope, Bill Near, Junior Murvin, X-Ray Spex, Cymande, Avey Tare, Cameo, Eli Mardock, Stetsasonic, EPMD, The Music Machine, Laurel Aitken, Main Source, Ken Boothe, Leonard Cohen, Sun City Girls, The Gories, Ajijia Myrayebe, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Livin' Joy, The Monochrome Set, Supertramp, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Bobbi Humphrey, Lalann, Dave Gahan, Severed Heads, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.

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)