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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.

All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

In Retrospect, Louis and Bebe Barron, Animal Collective, The Leaves, Jimmy McGriff, Whodini, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Lou Reed, Motorama, Robert Wyatt, Byron Stingily, Alice Coltrane, Thompson Twins, New York Dolls, Eden Ahbez, Beasts of Bourbon, T. Rex, Hashim, Bob Dylan, EPMD, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Icehouse, Altered Images, Moebius, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Gastr Del Sol, Spoonie Gee, Nik Kershaw, Thee Headcoats, Duran Duran, Marvin Gaye, Ronnie Foster, The J.B.'s, Eric B and Rakim, The Skatalites, Kool Moe Dee, The Dead C, Zero Boys, Shoche, Kings Of Tomorrow, Neil Young, Lindisfarne, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Little Man, Barclay James Harvest, Los Fastidios, Lyres, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Alison Limerick, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Ohio Players, Siglo XX, Johnny Osbourne, Country Teasers, Quantec, Danielle Patucci, Cabaret Voltaire, Aloha Tigers, The Doobie Brothers, Faraquet, Gian Franco Pienzio, Marcia Griffiths, The Beau Brummels, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.

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)