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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.

All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Radio Birdman, Henry Cow, The Techniques, Traffic Nightmare, Sonic Youth, Moebius, Camouflage, The Standells, The Blues Magoos, This Heat, Inner City, Soul Sonic Force, Second Layer, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, DeepChord presents Echospace, Selector Dub Narcotic, Archie Shepp, Isaac Hayes, Faraquet, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Maurizio, Derrick Morgan, Black Sheep, The Moleskins, Crispy Ambulance, The Sisters of Mercy, Index, Deepchord, Country Teasers, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Sound Behaviour, Lonnie Liston Smith, Ultra Naté, In Retrospect, Kurtis Blow, Livin' Joy, Gregory Isaacs, Tomorrow, China Crisis, Bobby Hutcherson, Quantec, Judy Mowatt, Television, The Modern Lovers, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Neil Young, Ralphi Rosario, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Last Poets, Funkadelic, X-Ray Spex, Mary Jane Girls, The Mojo Men, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Symarip, Arab on Radar, Aswad, Michelle Simonal, Barbara Tucker, The Invisible, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.

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)