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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.

All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Hashim, Barbara Tucker, Terry Callier, One Last Wish, Ornette Coleman, Kings Of Tomorrow, Urselle, London Community Gospel Choir, Youth Brigade, Newcleus, Warsaw, Jesper Dahlback, The Trojans, Von Mondo, The Monochrome Set, The Zeros, Basic Channel, Jimmy McGriff, Ten City, KRS-One, Little Man, Bizarre Inc., Public Image Ltd., Henry Cow, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Arthur Verocai, Susan Cadogan, Crispy Ambulance, Thompson Twins, Ultimate Spinach, The Seeds, the Germs, Scratch Acid, Kenny Larkin, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Heavy D & The Boyz, John Lydon, Roxy Music, Gang Starr, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Larry & the Blue Notes, Byron Stingily, Marine Girls, This Heat, The Flesh Eaters, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Derrick Morgan, Lalo Schifrin, Lalann, The Buckinghams, DJ Style, The Leaves, The United States of America, The Royal Family And The Poor, EPMD, Stiv Bators, Dennis Brown, Television Personalities, The Martian, The New Christs, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.

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)