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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.

All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Mantronix, Barbara Tucker, The Smiths, Carl Craig, Gang Green, Second Layer, These Immortal Souls, Lightning Bolt, The Human League, Oneida, Fad Gadget, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, John Holt, Pierre Henry, Kaleidoscope, Barrington Levy, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Motorama, the Association, Idris Muhammad, Bauhaus, ABC, 8 Eyed Spy, Schoolly D, The Mighty Diamonds, Public Image Ltd., Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Ultravox, Anakelly, Archie Shepp, Lalann, The Angels of Light, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Wake, Thompson Twins, Smog, Radiohead, Slave, Bobbi Humphrey, Todd Rundgren, The Blackbyrds, Toni Rubio, Delta 5, Gang of Four, A Flock of Seagulls, Marvin Gaye, Deadbeat, Unwound, Nik Kershaw, Amon Düül II, Bob Dylan, The Fugs, Soft Machine, Harmonia, Lou Christie, Sexual Harrassment, Loose Ends, The Buckinghams, The Happenings, Soul Sonic Force, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.

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)