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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.

All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

MC5, Slave, Mo-Dettes, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Slackers, H. Thieme, Technova, Frankie Knuckles, Fela Kuti, Soul Sonic Force, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Ultramagnetic MC's, Idris Muhammad, Crispy Ambulance, Dorothy Ashby, Magazine, Lebanon Hanover, The Electric Prunes, Jacques Brel, Skriet, Alison Limerick, Crooked Eye, Accadde A, These Immortal Souls, PIL, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Crispian St. Peters, Cal Tjader, Eyeless In Gaza, Kevin Saunderson, The Mummies, Underground Resistance, Larry & the Blue Notes, Robert Hood, Kenny Larkin, Delta 5, Mandrill, Sugar Minott, Talk Talk, Country Teasers, Barbara Tucker, Marcia Griffiths, The Kinks, The Misunderstood, Ultravox, the Germs, Ronan, Ultra Naté, The Fuzztones, F. McDonald, Visage, Severed Heads, Agitation Free, Yusef Lateef, Gastr Del Sol, Black Bananas, Rakim, the Fania All-Stars, New Age Steppers, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.

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)