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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.

All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Absolute Body Control, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, These Immortal Souls, Byron Stingily, Echospace, Masters at Work, Bauhaus, Charles Mingus, Ten City, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Joy Division, Agent Orange, Eric Dolphy, John Coltrane, CMW, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Steve Hackett, Glambeats Corp., The Durutti Column, Pierre Henry, China Crisis, Animal Collective, Livin' Joy, Davy DMX, Sonny Sharrock, Gregory Isaacs, Ash Ra Tempel, Sun Ra, Con Funk Shun, Johnny Osbourne, Cluster, Skaos, Cabaret Voltaire, The Victims, Radiohead, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Main Source, Q and Not U, Stetsasonic, The Doors, Darondo, Howard Jones, Cameo, The Cosmic Jokers, London Community Gospel Choir, Motorama, Alton Ellis, The Doobie Brothers, The Shadows of Knight, New York Dolls, Nirvana, The Dirtbombs, Girls At Our Best!, The Trojans, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Busters, The Offenders, Nas, The Sound, F. McDonald, Henry Cow, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.

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)