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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.

All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lalann, Ultravox, Joyce Sims, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, H. Thieme, Camouflage, Moss Icon, Spandau Ballet, The Moleskins, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Easy Going, A Flock of Seagulls, Essential Logic, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Sonic Youth, Fort Wilson Riot, Todd Rundgren, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Talk Talk, The Saints, James White and The Blacks, David Bowie, The Standells, Gang Starr, Hardrive, Drexciya, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Wire, Agent Orange, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bang On A Can, Motorama, Ultimate Spinach, The Pop Group, DJ Style, the Sonics, Kurtis Blow, Basic Channel, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Matthew Halsall, Selector Dub Narcotic, The Trojans, Main Source, 10cc, Ossler, Isaac Hayes, Mr. Review, The Gun Club, Slave, Royal Trux, Jeff Mills, Byron Stingily, Underground Resistance, Skriet, Soul Sonic Force, Rekid, 48th St. Collective, David Axelrod, Cabaret Voltaire, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.

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)