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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.

All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, 48th St. Collective, Hoover, Moss Icon, Cabaret Voltaire, The Skatalites, Toni Rubio, Roxy Music, John Lydon, The Motions, Neu!, Lonnie Liston Smith, Kas Product, The Alarm Clocks, The Stooges, Section 25, a-ha, Negative Approach, Little Man, Mark Hollis, Jerry Gold Smith, Ituana, The Royal Family And The Poor, Ultra Naté, Darondo, the Swans, Blake Baxter, Khruangbin, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Swans, Outsiders, Angry Samoans, Isaac Hayes, T.S.O.L., Bang on a Can All-Stars, Vainqueur, Wings, Dark Day, Kerrie Biddell, Bob Dylan, The Saints, Jeff Lynne, 8 Eyed Spy, Fluxion, Moby Grape, Eden Ahbez, Delon & Dalcan, Selector Dub Narcotic, Glambeats Corp., New Order, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Sex Pistols, Dorothy Ashby, Kerri Chandler, Iggy Pop, the Slits, Yusef Lateef, Deakin, Barclay James Harvest, The Smiths, The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.

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)