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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.

All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lonnie Liston Smith, Danielle Patucci, Curtis Mayfield, The Dead C, A Flock of Seagulls, the Soft Cell, Skriet, Ohio Players, Ludus, Isaac Hayes, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Residents, B.T. Express, Suicide, New Age Steppers, cv313, Scion, The Shadows of Knight, Erykah Badu, The Gun Club, Nick Fraelich, Spandau Ballet, Soul Sonic Force, Negative Approach, Cymande, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, The Mighty Diamonds, Goldenarms, Q65, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Letta Mbulu, Lyres, Ornette Coleman, Stereo Dub, a-ha, Gian Franco Pienzio, Simply Red, Dawn Penn, Sight & Sound, The Barracudas, Y Pants, Ajijia Myrayebe, Fugazi, Minor Threat, Grauzone, Throbbing Gristle, Magazine, Eric Dolphy, Pylon, The Neon Judgement, EPMD, Dark Day, The Royal Family And The Poor, Dorothy Ashby, The Evens, Young Marble Giants, Public Image Ltd., Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Smoke, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.

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)