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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.

All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

DeepChord presents Echospace, JFA, Q65, Public Image Ltd., Gerry Rafferty, The Modern Lovers, Flipper, Cabaret Voltaire, Funky Four + One, Lungfish, DJ Style, Whodini, The Cowsills, Symarip, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Moleskins, Idris Muhammad, Soft Cell, The Mummies, Sex Pistols, Delta 5, Crispian St. Peters, Gang Green, Patti Smith, the Fania All-Stars, Leonard Cohen, Malaria!, Quantec, Electric Light Orchestra, the Sonics, Agent Orange, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Ituana, Intrusion, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Minnie Riperton, D'Angelo, Stiv Bators, Vaughan Mason & Crew, cv313, Jawbox, Connie Case, The Monochrome Set, Graham Central Station, Sight & Sound, Archie Shepp, Swans, Negative Approach, Lou Reed, The Fall, Lou Reed & Metallica, X-Ray Spex, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Marshall Jefferson, The Zeros, Bobby Byrd, The United States of America, Frankie Knuckles, Todd Rundgren, Beasts of Bourbon, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.

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)