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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.

All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Black Dice, Ludus, MDC, Lower 48, The Doobie Brothers, Junior Murvin, The Toasters, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Swell Maps, The Shadows of Knight, Newcleus, Agitation Free, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Brand Nubian, Connie Case, John Coltrane, The Remains, Procol Harum, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Selecter, The Leaves, Kayak, Yusef Lateef, E-Dancer, the Bar-Kays, Gian Franco Pienzio, Motorama, Hasil Adkins, AZ, Boogie Down Productions, Brothers Johnson, K-Klass, the Fania All-Stars, The Moody Blues, Pet Shop Boys, The Dave Clark Five, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Donny Hathaway, Davy DMX, A Certain Ratio, Aaron Thompson, Freddie Wadling, DeepChord presents Echospace, Masters at Work, Thee Headcoats, Arthur Verocai, Babytalk, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Harpers Bizarre, The Pretty Things, Country Joe & The Fish, Sarah Menescal, Lucky Dragons, The Alarm Clocks, Groovy Waters, Mad Mike, T. Rex, The Fortunes, Chris Corsano, Funky Four + One, Echo & the Bunnymen, Shuggie Otis, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.

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)