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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.

All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Detroit Cobras, Maurizio, Bauhaus, Desert Stars, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Television, Malaria!, Charles Mingus, Juan Atkins, Joyce Sims, Peter and Kerry, Ludus, Kurtis Blow, Ronan, Crispian St. Peters, EPMD, Crispy Ambulance, Zero Boys, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Jandek, Radiohead, Sparks, Fela Kuti, The Black Dice, Kenny Larkin, the Soft Cell, Big Daddy Kane, Althea and Donna, Eddi Front, Unrelated Segments, Brand Nubian, DeepChord presents Echospace, Radiopuhelimet, The Toasters, Andrew Hill, Country Teasers, CMW, Robert Hood, Arcadia, H. Thieme, 48th St. Collective, Yellowson, The Fugs, The Moody Blues, Youth Brigade, The Music Machine, Make Up, Gabor Szabo, Max Romeo, Camouflage, Man Eating Sloth, A Flock of Seagulls, Essential Logic, Eden Ahbez, The Angels of Light, K-Klass, Sarah Menescal, Fatback Band, Deadbeat, Lalann, a-ha, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.

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)