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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.

All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Ajijia Myrayebe, B.T. Express, The Raincoats, Terrestrial Tones, Gregory Isaacs, The Invisible, Ken Boothe, Peter & Gordon, Stetsasonic, Section 25, Joy Division, Jimmy McGriff, Scott Walker, Al Stewart, X-102, Eden Ahbez, The Young Rascals, Scratch Acid, Derrick Morgan, The Neon Judgement, The Fugs, Susan Cadogan, Kerri Chandler, Aswad, Pere Ubu, Althea and Donna, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Barracudas, Jacob Miller, Thee Headcoats, The Misunderstood, The Seeds, Brand Nubian, The Moleskins, David McCallum, The Offenders, Mandrill, Soul Sonic Force, Schoolly D, ABC, Bobbi Humphrey, EPMD, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, DeepChord presents Echospace, James White and The Blacks, Soulsonic Force, Ultramagnetic MC's, Beasts of Bourbon, the Sonics, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, The J.B.'s, Minor Threat, Isaac Hayes, Moby Grape, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Todd Rundgren, Youth Brigade, Pussy Galore, Parry Music, Ronnie Foster, Reuben Wilson, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.

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)