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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.

All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Pretty Things, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Todd Rundgren, Lou Reed & Metallica, the Human League, The Royal Family And The Poor, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Echospace, Dead Boys, June Days, Lower 48, Neil Young, Television, London Community Gospel Choir, Urselle, Tim Buckley, John Holt, Amazonics, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Fear, T. Rex, Heavy D & The Boyz, Minutemen, Liaisons Dangereuses, Procol Harum, The Knickerbockers, Robert Hood, Rosa Yemen, Nick Fraelich, Lindisfarne, Nirvana, Letta Mbulu, The Barracudas, A Certain Ratio, Cabaret Voltaire, Boogie Down Productions, the Bar-Kays, Kurtis Blow, Technova, Blake Baxter, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Dave Clark Five, John Lydon, Mantronix, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Con Funk Shun, Oblivians, Q and Not U, X-102, The Real Kids, Donny Hathaway, Black Pus, Clear Light, Delta 5, Chris Corsano, Eli Mardock, The Detroit Cobras, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.

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)