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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.

All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Donny Hathaway, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Letta Mbulu, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, T. Rex, Kerrie Biddell, The Slackers, Marine Girls, Nirvana, Quadrant, Fat Boys, Minnie Riperton, X-101, Boogie Down Productions, The Star Department, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Sun Ra, LL Cool J, Aural Exciters, Clear Light, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Schoolly D, Peter and Kerry, Index, PIL, The Beau Brummels, Matthew Bourne, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Tears for Fears, Heaven 17, Matthew Halsall, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, CMW, Terry Callier, Althea and Donna, Cecil Taylor, Liaisons Dangereuses, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Connie Case, Marcia Griffiths, Crash Course in Science, Pierre Henry, Yaz, Country Teasers, World's Most, The Smiths, Joe Finger, Massinfluence, Rites of Spring, Sexual Harrassment, Prince Buster, The Pop Group, Gastr Del Sol, Morten Harket, Fifty Foot Hose, Spandau Ballet, Siglo XX, X-102, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.

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)