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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.

All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Josef K, Pussy Galore, Trumans Water, Joensuu 1685, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Liaisons Dangereuses, Mantronix, The Star Department, Scientists, Minnie Riperton, Jesper Dahlback, The United States of America, Harpers Bizarre, Cheater Slicks, The Tremeloes, Lakeside, Byron Stingily, Motorama, Ice-T, Robert Wyatt, Royal Trux, Lou Reed & John Cale, Dark Day, Index, Jerry Gold Smith, Kerri Chandler, Altered Images, Crooked Eye, Eddi Front, Kayak, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Dirtbombs, Delta 5, Eyeless In Gaza, Roxy Music, Davy DMX, Cluster, Liliput, Eric Copeland, Bob Dylan, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Barclay James Harvest, Cymande, Freddie Wadling, Cal Tjader, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Red Krayola, Moby Grape, Connie Case, Urselle, Fort Wilson Riot, Electric Prunes, The Names, Rites of Spring, The Barracudas, Boogie Down Productions, Guru Guru, The Martian, Colin Newman, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Lucky Dragons, Rotary Connection, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.

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)