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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.

All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Can, The Modern Lovers, Terrestrial Tones, The Zeros, Schoolly D, The Barracudas, Alison Limerick, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Cowsills, Gang Gang Dance, Alphaville, Lonnie Liston Smith, The J.B.'s, Matthew Bourne, AZ, T.S.O.L., The Martian, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Agitation Free, The Dave Clark Five, K-Klass, Dead Boys, Harry Pussy, Ultramagnetic MC's, Drive Like Jehu, D'Angelo, Funky Four + One, Bobby Hutcherson, John Lydon, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Tim Buckley, Delon & Dalcan, Tommy Roe, Scrapy, The Victims, The Alarm Clocks, Mark Hollis, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Ultimate Spinach, The Residents, Scientists, Bluetip, Minny Pops, June Days, Johnny Osbourne, The Evens, These Immortal Souls, The Royal Family And The Poor, Derrick Morgan, Connie Case, In Retrospect, Darondo, Smog, The Slackers, The Motions, Skriet, Matthew Halsall, Interpol, Pole, a-ha, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.

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)