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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.

All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Flamin' Groovies, June Days, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Tres Demented, Be Bop Deluxe, The Monks, Drive Like Jehu, Roy Ayers, Soft Cell, Faraquet, Sugar Minott, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Marc Almond, Bobby Byrd, Sarah Menescal, CMW, Rhythm & Sound, Buzzcocks, Carl Craig, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Stetsasonic, Bobby Womack, The Alarm Clocks, Saccharine Trust, Deepchord, Popol Vuh, Neu!, Glenn Branca, Pylon, Anthony Braxton, Nation of Ulysses, Flipper, Darondo, Au Pairs, It's A Beautiful Day, The Offenders, The Searchers, Delon & Dalcan, R.M.O., The Seeds, The Pop Group, Mission of Burma, Rotary Connection, Grey Daturas, Easy Going, Lightning Bolt, The Doobie Brothers, Simply Red, David Bowie, Eric B and Rakim, Dorothy Ashby, Oneida, Scion, Los Fastidios, B.T. Express, The Gun Club, Lou Reed, Harry Pussy, Mo-Dettes, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.

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)