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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.

All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Robert Hood, The Cramps, AZ, Swans, X-Ray Spex, Camouflage, Guru Guru, The Martian, Joy Division, Flipper, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pagans, The Sonics, Electric Light Orchestra, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The J.B.'s, 48th St. Collective, Sarah Menescal, Gerry Rafferty, Alice Coltrane, Gang of Four, Bauhaus, Basic Channel, Jerry Gold Smith, DeepChord presents Echospace, Groovy Waters, Ponytail, Wings, Liaisons Dangereuses, Funkadelic, Gian Franco Pienzio, Rotary Connection, Massinfluence, Josef K, CMW, Harmonia, Alison Limerick, David McCallum, Pharoah Sanders, Godley & Creme, Cluster, The Music Machine, Icehouse, World's Most, Beasts of Bourbon, Ronnie Foster, Juan Atkins, Ronan, In Retrospect, Index, Janne Schatter, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Slick Rick, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Bluetip, The Last Poets, EPMD, The Black Dice, Altered Images, Scientists, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Dennis Brown, Au Pairs, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.

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)