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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.

All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Black Bananas, Junior Murvin, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Pretty Things, Grauzone, Nirvana, Donald Byrd, CMW, Toni Rubio, Moss Icon, Joyce Sims, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Wire, Circle Jerks, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Louis and Bebe Barron, Sexual Harrassment, Jerry's Kids, Larry & the Blue Notes, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Slackers, Radiohead, The Motions, Al Stewart, Peter and Kerry, Porter Ricks, The Selecter, Model 500, Bill Near, Alice Coltrane, Charles Mingus, Symarip, Wally Richardson, H. Thieme, the Human League, Bauhaus, Chris Corsano, Tropical Tobacco, James White and The Blacks, Slick Rick, Echo & the Bunnymen, Barrington Levy, Monolake, Johnny Clarke, D'Angelo, Marc Almond, Blossom Toes, Heavy D & The Boyz, Procol Harum, Excepter, The Velvet Underground, Gang Green, Nils Olav, Drive Like Jehu, Michelle Simonal, Ronan, Talk Talk, Jeru the Damaja, Pussy Galore, Moby Grape, Gerry Rafferty, The Evens, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.

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)