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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.

All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Todd Terry, Barry Ungar, Scratch Acid, The Moody Blues, Pussy Galore, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camouflage, The Blackbyrds, The Neon Judgement, DJ Style, X-101, John Holt, The Saints, Young Marble Giants, Crooked Eye, The Residents, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Mighty Diamonds, Selector Dub Narcotic, Ronnie Foster, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Bootsy Collins, Crime, Q and Not U, Average White Band, Babytalk, Shuggie Otis, The Pop Group, Minny Pops, Reagan Youth, The Cosmic Jokers, 48th St. Collective, Ultra Naté, Bobbi Humphrey, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, La Düsseldorf, Darondo, Letta Mbulu, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Wally Richardson, Warren Ellis, Bill Near, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Buckinghams, Reuben Wilson, Dennis Brown, Marc Almond, Al Stewart, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Nas, Gong, Swell Maps, The Last Poets, Country Joe & The Fish, Wire, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The Invisible, The Mojo Men, Fear, Popol Vuh, Ludus, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.

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)