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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

Moss Icon, Grey Daturas, LL Cool J, Lower 48, The Evens, Iggy Pop, The Fuzztones, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Andrew Hill, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Ultra Naté, Heavy D & The Boyz, Sarah Menescal, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Crash Course in Science, Flash Fearless, Sound Behaviour, La Düsseldorf, X-Ray Spex, It's A Beautiful Day, Country Joe & The Fish, Bad Manners, Minutemen, the Soft Cell, Reagan Youth, Janne Schatter, FM Einheit, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Simply Red, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Brothers Johnson, Erasure, Echospace, The Black Dice, The Trojans, Bobby Sherman, Lee Hazlewood, Gong, Desert Stars, Marvin Gaye, Lalann, The Moody Blues, Rites of Spring, Michelle Simonal, Kayak, D'Angelo, DNA, Sällskapet, Gastr Del Sol, Slave, DeepChord presents Echospace, Grandmaster Flash, The Neon Judgement, Drexciya, Sonic Youth, Procol Harum, Magazine, Agent Orange, Nils Olav, The New Christs, John Coltrane, The Associates, New Order, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.

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)