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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.

All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Deadbeat, Sight & Sound, Desert Stars, Crime, Kings Of Tomorrow, Al Stewart, DJ Style, Crooked Eye, Robert Hood, Intrusion, The Saints, Suicide, Talk Talk, Camouflage, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cowsills, Glenn Branca, Delta 5, Bad Manners, Smog, Thee Headcoats, Ossler, Zapp, Eddi Front, Connie Case, Darondo, Eurythmics, Joyce Sims, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Depeche Mode, Nas, Sex Pistols, The Trojans, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Delon & Dalcan, The Seeds, Radio Birdman, The Knickerbockers, The Barracudas, The Moody Blues, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, 10cc, Lalo Schifrin, Oblivians, Isaac Hayes, Hashim, Scrapy, Skaos, These Immortal Souls, Kerri Chandler, K-Klass, Pagans, Kerrie Biddell, The Searchers, Jimmy McGriff, Technova, Rosa Yemen, Schoolly D, This Heat, Harry Pussy, the Soft Cell, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.

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)