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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.

All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Eric Copeland, Easy Going, Guru Guru, The Victims, The Star Department, Echospace, Avey Tare, Be Bop Deluxe, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, the Association, Gerry Rafferty, Rhythm & Sound, Bill Wells, Nas, Ash Ra Tempel, The Last Poets, Jerry Gold Smith, Youth Brigade, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Panda Bear, Half Japanese, Thompson Twins, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Subhumans, Robert Görl, Kool Moe Dee, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Von Mondo, Trumans Water, Anthony Braxton, Soft Cell, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Negative Approach, The Gladiators, The Skatalites, Niagra, Ultramagnetic MC's, The Fuzztones, Cal Tjader, Marvin Gaye, Hot Snakes, Lou Christie, The Toasters, Brick, Agitation Free, Brand Nubian, the Fania All-Stars, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Crispian St. Peters, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Radiopuhelimet, The Moleskins, Ossler, The Doors, a-ha, Lyres, Cecil Taylor, Funky Four + One, Radio Birdman, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Erykah Badu, Minny Pops, Curtis Mayfield, MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.

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)