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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.

All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Deakin record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

EPMD, ABBA, Lou Reed & John Cale, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Siglo XX, Liliput, Jeru the Damaja, Make Up, Essential Logic, Rhythm & Sound, Neil Young, Donny Hathaway, The Toasters, Vaughan Mason & Crew, The Count Five, Drive Like Jehu, Charles Mingus, Eli Mardock, the Soft Cell, The Gladiators, Sly & The Family Stone, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Mad Mike, Trumans Water, Lonnie Liston Smith, Boogie Down Productions, Aswad, Archie Shepp, Soul Sonic Force, Echospace, Sixth Finger, Scratch Acid, Pantaleimon, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Gang of Four, Nirvana, Cheater Slicks, Supertramp, U.S. Maple, Joensuu 1685, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Standells, Moby Grape, Fort Wilson Riot, Q65, F. McDonald, Fad Gadget, Mo-Dettes, Aural Exciters, Soft Cell, Audionom, Radiohead, Cybotron, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Michelle Simonal, Reuben Wilson, The Slackers, Roxy Music, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Warsaw, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.

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)