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 Palau and from Halifax.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.

All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Alison Limerick, Skriet, Schoolly D, Andrew Hill, Rosa Yemen, the Swans, Crime, The Alarm Clocks, Joensuu 1685, New Order, Royal Trux, Darondo, Sixth Finger, The Walker Brothers, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Groovy Waters, DJ Style, Visage, Altered Images, Public Enemy, Patti Smith, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, CMW, Tres Demented, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Roy Ayers, The Index, Desert Stars, B.T. Express, the Soft Cell, James Chance & The Contortions, Audionom, Boogie Down Productions, The Red Krayola, Gang Green, Unwound, LL Cool J, Scientists, Yaz, The Gap Band, Sparks, The Zeros, Mars, Max Romeo, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sarah Menescal, Jandek, Kerri Chandler, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Alton Ellis, Quantec, Wasted Youth, Basic Channel, New York Dolls, Slave, Judy Mowatt, Bobby Byrd, D'Angelo, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.

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)