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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.

All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sun Ra, Selector Dub Narcotic, Joy Division, Lungfish, The Invisible, DNA, JFA, Spoonie Gee, Cheater Slicks, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Black Sheep, Glenn Branca, The United States of America, The Cosmic Jokers, The Blues Magoos, Matthew Halsall, Theoretical Girls, Suicide, The Black Dice, The Sound, Soul Sonic Force, The Stooges, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Idris Muhammad, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Tubeway Army, Parry Music, James Chance & The Contortions, Ornette Coleman, the Association, Joey Negro, the Fania All-Stars, Bill Wells, Half Japanese, Tomorrow, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Iggy Pop, Fugazi, Mantronix, The Star Department, Byron Stingily, Soft Cell, Maleditus Sound, R.M.O., The Dirtbombs, Vladislav Delay, The Real Kids, Symarip, Kerrie Biddell, Agent Orange, John Coltrane, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Roger Hodgson, The Music Machine, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Soulsonic Force, Janne Schatter, The Index, Babytalk, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.

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)