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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.

All Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Mars, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Sister Nancy, Von Mondo, Scratch Acid, Pierre Henry, Echo & the Bunnymen, Electric Prunes, The Dead C, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Whodini, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Graham Central Station, Dual Sessions, Japan, Tomorrow, Rakim, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Khruangbin, Moss Icon, AZ, Oblivians, Nirvana, Jeff Mills, The Blues Magoos, Quantec, David McCallum, Kings Of Tomorrow, Eden Ahbez, Todd Rundgren, Heavy D & The Boyz, Funkadelic, The Zeros, Crime, The United States of America, Yusef Lateef, La Düsseldorf, Pere Ubu, Swell Maps, Drexciya, Cal Tjader, DNA, Ken Boothe, Mandrill, Curtis Mayfield, A Flock of Seagulls, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Essential Logic, Deakin, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Lonnie Liston Smith, UT, The Saints, Monolake, Lalann, Connie Case, the Soft Cell, Q65, Derrick Morgan, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.

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)