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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.

All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Michelle Simonal, 48th St. Collective, Quadrant, Quantec, Bauhaus, Slick Rick, Half Japanese, K-Klass, Prince Buster, Skaos, Depeche Mode, Erykah Badu, Freddie Wadling, These Immortal Souls, H. Thieme, Sight & Sound, Fugazi, Godley & Creme, Radiohead, Gregory Isaacs, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Be Bop Deluxe, Lou Reed, Nico, JFA, Flash Fearless, Connie Case, Drexciya, Bizarre Inc., Lakeside, Monks, Archie Shepp, The Doobie Brothers, Pantaleimon, China Crisis, Oblivians, The Count Five, Danielle Patucci, The Grass Roots, Todd Rundgren, Essential Logic, Pantytec, Nick Fraelich, the Association, The Evens, U.S. Maple, Agitation Free, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Ornette Coleman, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Yusef Lateef, Davy DMX, Aswad, Magma, 8 Eyed Spy, Youth Brigade, Talk Talk, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Bootsy Collins, James Chance & The Contortions, The Moleskins, Second Layer, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.

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)