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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.

All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

kango's stein massive, Liliput, Liaisons Dangereuses, Brand Nubian, The Stooges, Fugazi, Ituana, The Moleskins, Sparks, The Zeros, John Cale, Terrestrial Tones, Derrick May, Con Funk Shun, Alice Coltrane, Visage, Yaz, The Neon Judgement, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Pussy Galore, Quadrant, Marmalade, Black Moon, Soft Cell, Depeche Mode, The Grass Roots, Scion, The Happenings, Matthew Bourne, Scratch Acid, Minny Pops, Surgeon, The Gun Club, Public Image Ltd., The Selecter, Deakin, Hoover, The Cosmic Jokers, New Age Steppers, Frankie Knuckles, Negative Approach, Jeff Lynne, The Barracudas, Sällskapet, The Fire Engines, The Blackbyrds, Rites of Spring, Bobby Sherman, Silicon Teens, Big Daddy Kane, Circle Jerks, Susan Cadogan, Boz Scaggs, Grey Daturas, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Names, Outsiders, The Smoke, The Dave Clark Five, Wings, Warren Ellis, Eve St. Jones, The Busters, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.

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)