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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.

All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Blossom Toes, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Gang Starr, Alice Coltrane, Popol Vuh, Loose Ends, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Agitation Free, Lightning Bolt, Janne Schatter, Marcia Griffiths, Fela Kuti, Country Teasers, Eve St. Jones, Donald Byrd, Radiohead, The Selecter, Tears for Fears, Dave Gahan, Tim Buckley, Alton Ellis, Camberwell Now, Ronan, Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, Von Mondo, Moebius, Wasted Youth, Boogie Down Productions, The Move, June Days, Newcleus, Nas, Sun Ra Arkestra, Brand Nubian, Althea and Donna, Q and Not U, Bobby Sherman, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Pulsallama, The Dead C, Jerry's Kids, Joensuu 1685, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Babytalk, The Offenders, Hardrive, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Malaria!, ABC, Terrestrial Tones, Metal Thangz, Kevin Saunderson, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sugar Minott, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Arab on Radar, T.S.O.L., John Foxx, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.

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)