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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.

All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pierre Henry, Aural Exciters, The Modern Lovers, Black Bananas, Heavy D & The Boyz, Pagans, Fatback Band, AZ, Jeff Lynne, Infiniti, Gregory Isaacs, The Young Rascals, Lakeside, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Flash Fearless, Ultravox, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Niagra, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Doobie Brothers, Television, Ultramagnetic MC's, The Blues Magoos, Donny Hathaway, Royal Trux, The J.B.'s, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, a-ha, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Newcleus, Robert Wyatt, The Selecter, The Music Machine, The Mighty Diamonds, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Joey Negro, Saccharine Trust, OOIOO, Essential Logic, Echo & the Bunnymen, Fat Boys, Ornette Coleman, Ash Ra Tempel, B.T. Express, Desert Stars, Tim Buckley, These Immortal Souls, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Motions, The American Breed, Basic Channel, The Searchers, Barclay James Harvest, Lindisfarne, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, KRS-One, The Skatalites, In Retrospect, Ultra Naté, Inner City, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.

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)