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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.

All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Hashim, Sly & The Family Stone, Tom Boy, The J.B.'s, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Sällskapet, Silicon Teens, kango's stein massive, Dual Sessions, Neil Young, cv313, Ossler, Sun Ra Arkestra, Bronski Beat, Young Marble Giants, Kango’s Stein Massive, Cal Tjader, Barclay James Harvest, Donald Byrd, Brand Nubian, Unwound, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Barracudas, Animal Collective, Sonny Sharrock, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Buzzcocks, Judy Mowatt, Kayak, Radio Birdman, Dead Boys, Symarip, Gregory Isaacs, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Pharoah Sanders, The Vogues, R.M.O., Amazonics, Gang of Four, Kas Product, Roger Hodgson, Alton Ellis, Mars, EPMD, The Misunderstood, Louis and Bebe Barron, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The American Breed, Monolake, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, ABBA, Schoolly D, The Dave Clark Five, Isaac Hayes, Dave Gahan, Surgeon, the Slits, The Moody Blues, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.

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)