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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.

All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Con Funk Shun, Sun Ra, Tears for Fears, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, X-102, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Jacques Brel, Neu!, The American Breed, A Certain Ratio, Kenny Larkin, Jimmy McGriff, Subhumans, The Shadows of Knight, CMW, The Five Americans, Kool Moe Dee, Rod Modell, Barrington Levy, Bizarre Inc., Carl Craig, Lalann, Silicon Teens, Symarip, It's A Beautiful Day, Ralphi Rosario, Absolute Body Control, Mark Hollis, Motorama, Boz Scaggs, Ossler, Jeff Mills, The Doors, Easy Going, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Fortunes, Althea and Donna, Cecil Taylor, Heavy D & The Boyz, Sällskapet, Babytalk, Nick Fraelich, Delon & Dalcan, Black Sheep, The Seeds, Arab on Radar, Gichy Dan, Procol Harum, Aural Exciters, Matthew Bourne, Louis and Bebe Barron, Don Cherry, Dorothy Ashby, Joensuu 1685, Q and Not U, Nik Kershaw, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Josef K, The Zeros, Harpers Bizarre, Stiv Bators, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.

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)