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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.

All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

Flash Fearless, Gastr Del Sol, Susan Cadogan, Tim Buckley, Jacques Brel, Gichy Dan, The Grass Roots, Max Romeo, Masters at Work, Talk Talk, Scientists, the Human League, Hot Snakes, Dorothy Ashby, Absolute Body Control, Warren Ellis, Shuggie Otis, Franke, Kool Moe Dee, China Crisis, Mission of Burma, The Count Five, Robert Wyatt, Aural Exciters, Lee Hazlewood, The Saints, The Gun Club, Blake Baxter, Jawbox, Cecil Taylor, Lalann, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Lou Reed & Metallica, Chris & Cosey, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Buckinghams, Aloha Tigers, Peter & Gordon, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Bobby Hutcherson, Funky Four + One, Sandy B, Panda Bear, Big Daddy Kane, Delta 5, Barry Ungar, Ponytail, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Soul Sonic Force, Eden Ahbez, Leonard Cohen, Johnny Osbourne, Stetsasonic, Hoover, Fatback Band, Bush Tetras, Tomorrow, David Axelrod, Piero Umiliani, Robert Hood, Blossom Toes, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.

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)