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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.

All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Lucky Dragons, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Derrick Morgan, Organ, The Leaves, Wasted Youth, Marc Almond, Drexciya, The Index, Angry Samoans, Pantaleimon, Con Funk Shun, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Dave Gahan, The Golliwogs, Visage, Donny Hathaway, JFA, Royal Trux, The Star Department, Shuggie Otis, The Wake, Underground Resistance, Au Pairs, The Grass Roots, UT, Bizarre Inc., Scan 7, Bluetip, Minny Pops, Alton Ellis, This Heat, Gang Green, Kerrie Biddell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, June Days, Yellowson, Nation of Ulysses, Eric Copeland, Terrestrial Tones, Idris Muhammad, Easy Going, H. Thieme, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, John Holt, Little Man, Steve Hackett, Alison Limerick, Parry Music, The Mighty Diamonds, The Cramps, Sun City Girls, The Fire Engines, Harpers Bizarre, Skriet, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Mark Hollis, Gong, June of 44, The Fuzztones, Hardrive, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.

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)