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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Mr. Review, Carl Craig, The Standells, 8 Eyed Spy, Joe Smooth, Gian Franco Pienzio, Brand Nubian, Easy Going, Wasted Youth, Hashim, Yusef Lateef, The Remains, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Man Parrish, Eyeless In Gaza, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Misunderstood, kango's stein massive, The Motions, Kool Moe Dee, Grandmaster Flash, Harry Pussy, Jimmy McGriff, The Busters, The Raincoats, The Happenings, Fatback Band, Tres Demented, the Human League, Ludus, Sex Pistols, Colin Newman, Public Image Ltd., Dave Gahan, Babytalk, Mantronix, Country Teasers, Deadbeat, The Gories, The Pop Group, Kas Product, The Pretty Things, Ice-T, Deakin, F. McDonald, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Essential Logic, T. Rex, New Age Steppers, Pantytec, Wolf Eyes, Mandrill, Brothers Johnson, Darondo, Duran Duran, The Victims, Bang On A Can, Althea and Donna, Harpers Bizarre, The Wake, The Last Poets, Maleditus Sound, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.

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)