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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the g├╝iro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.

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

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Fad Gadget, Mantronix, Barrington Levy, Symarip, The Shadows of Knight, Sugar Minott, The Cramps, The Raincoats, Ornette Coleman, Eden Ahbez, MDC, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Livin' Joy, Tom Boy, James White and The Blacks, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Cal Tjader, Fear, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The Monks, David Axelrod, Janne Schatter, Davy DMX, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Chrome, The Gories, Andrew Hill, Subhumans, Fluxion, 48th St. Collective, Ultramagnetic MC's, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Pantytec, The Litter, Ten City, The Neon Judgement, Flamin' Groovies, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Sound, Talk Talk, Franke, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Sun Ra Arkestra, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Das Ding, Quadrant, Joe Smooth, Steve Hackett, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Robert Wyatt, Ronnie Foster, The Chocolate Watch Band, Erykah Badu, Buzzcocks, Aaron Thompson, Tubeway Army, Shuggie Otis, Slave, Lungfish, Circle Jerks, Susan Cadogan, A Flock of Seagulls, the Germs, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.

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)