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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.

All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Minor Threat, Stereo Dub, The American Breed, Ice-T, DeepChord presents Echospace, James White and The Blacks, Mandrill, Q and Not U, Ultramagnetic MC's, Be Bop Deluxe, Isaac Hayes, Blancmange, Fat Boys, Main Source, Dawn Penn, Amon Düül, Piero Umiliani, the Sonics, The Dead C, Circle Jerks, Susan Cadogan, Ash Ra Tempel, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Television Personalities, Unwound, Alphaville, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Zero Boys, Eric B and Rakim, Lalann, Soft Machine, Cameo, Beasts of Bourbon, The Cosmic Jokers, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Suicide, Babytalk, Monks, Groovy Waters, F. McDonald, Hot Snakes, Scientists, Japan, Deepchord, Liliput, Soul II Soul, Fifty Foot Hose, Thee Headcoats, Lebanon Hanover, Mr. Review, Jerry's Kids, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Intrusion, Glambeats Corp., Dead Boys, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Dave Gahan, Second Layer, Ralphi Rosario, Lightning Bolt, Man Eating Sloth, Niagra, The Modern Lovers, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.

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)