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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.

All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Reuben Wilson, Fad Gadget, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Sex Pistols, Ultramagnetic MC's, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Negative Approach, Chris & Cosey, Mission of Burma, Laurel Aitken, The Velvet Underground, the Normal, The Mummies, Girls At Our Best!, Crispy Ambulance, The Electric Prunes, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, U.S. Maple, Andrew Hill, Cameo, Animal Collective, Flipper, Roxy Music, Glambeats Corp., Lightning Bolt, Yellowson, Deakin, Rekid, EPMD, Roxette, Aswad, Max Romeo, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Robert Wyatt, Idris Muhammad, Schoolly D, Country Joe & The Fish, Livin' Joy, Lalann, Index, The Leaves, Mo-Dettes, The Sisters of Mercy, Jimmy McGriff, Echo & the Bunnymen, Sugar Minott, a-ha, Lebanon Hanover, Jesper Dahlback, Eyeless In Gaza, Sarah Menescal, The Gap Band, The Black Dice, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Basic Channel, Junior Murvin, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, T. Rex, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, LL Cool J, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.

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)