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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.

All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Robert Wyatt, The Cure, The Slackers, Black Sheep, Derrick May, Warren Ellis, Nas, Fugazi, The Martian, Boredoms, Bad Manners, Shoche, Drexciya, Black Bananas, Letta Mbulu, Mantronix, Aloha Tigers, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Echo & the Bunnymen, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Bill Near, The Evens, Lakeside, The Misunderstood, Ken Boothe, Ultimate Spinach, Sight & Sound, Severed Heads, Shuggie Otis, The Knickerbockers, DJ Style, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Gang Gang Dance, Ponytail, Dead Boys, Mission of Burma, Rod Modell, Cabaret Voltaire, The Real Kids, Brand Nubian, Kaleidoscope, Los Fastidios, Man Eating Sloth, Bobby Hutcherson, The Pretty Things, Motorama, KRS-One, Con Funk Shun, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Judy Mowatt, Mad Mike, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Loose Ends, Funkadelic, Byron Stingily, The United States of America, Henry Cow, Simply Red, Jerry's Kids, Kerri Chandler, Stockholm Monsters, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.

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)