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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.

All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

Davy DMX, Con Funk Shun, Lindisfarne, Robert Wyatt, Tubeway Army, Bobby Byrd, Eurythmics, K-Klass, Lee Hazlewood, Bob Dylan, Crispy Ambulance, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Divine Comedy, Schoolly D, Mad Mike, Theoretical Girls, Trumans Water, Soft Cell, Harmonia, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Knickerbockers, Todd Rundgren, Yazoo, D'Angelo, Minnie Riperton, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Scrapy, kango's stein massive, Hasil Adkins, Henry Cow, Altered Images, Jandek, Crispian St. Peters, Black Sheep, R.M.O., Gian Franco Pienzio, Tommy Roe, The Motions, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Fort Wilson Riot, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Lower 48, Wings, Marc Almond, The Angels of Light, MC5, Angry Samoans, Monks, Cybotron, Symarip, Arab on Radar, T.S.O.L., Mo-Dettes, Skaos, Skriet, Radiohead, DJ Style, Shuggie Otis, Jeff Mills, Excepter, Scott Walker, Gichy Dan, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.

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)