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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.

All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Frankie Knuckles, Judy Mowatt, The Kinks, The Slits, Pet Shop Boys, The Cosmic Jokers, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Au Pairs, Anthony Braxton, Guru Guru, A Flock of Seagulls, Carl Craig, Gian Franco Pienzio, London Community Gospel Choir, Aswad, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Young Marble Giants, Rekid, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Lalo Schifrin, Funkadelic, Marshall Jefferson, The Birthday Party, Pere Ubu, The Move, Little Man, Country Joe & The Fish, Fatback Band, Easy Going, Royal Trux, Yazoo, Ultravox, Eyeless In Gaza, Crash Course in Science, The Star Department, Ajijia Myrayebe, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Oppenheimer Analysis, Rhythm & Sound, Arcadia, Tres Demented, Gabor Szabo, Nico, Pantytec, Rotary Connection, The Invisible, The Evens, Susan Cadogan, Sugar Minott, Deakin, John Holt, Fugazi, Erasure, K-Klass, Laurel Aitken, T. Rex, the Association, CMW, The Grass Roots, Excepter, Supertramp, Kaleidoscope, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.

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)