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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.

All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jawbox, Can, Jeff Lynne, Flipper, PIL, The Star Department, Scrapy, the Normal, Derrick Morgan, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Trojans, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, In Retrospect, Gong, Steve Hackett, Q and Not U, Grandmaster Flash, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Rakim, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, K-Klass, Smog, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, X-Ray Spex, Peter and Kerry, China Crisis, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Gap Band, Lucky Dragons, Fad Gadget, Eurythmics, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Cheater Slicks, Gang Starr, Black Bananas, Chrome, Bush Tetras, The Residents, Jeru the Damaja, Bluetip, Tom Boy, Isaac Hayes, Fear, Funkadelic, Bronski Beat, The Slackers, Arthur Verocai, Roy Ayers, Cybotron, Jandek, Bang on a Can All-Stars, the Slits, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Man Eating Sloth, Excepter, One Last Wish, The Toasters, Public Image Ltd., Archie Shepp, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.

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)