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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.

All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jeff Mills, The Pop Group, The Wake, Alice Coltrane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Black Flag, Ponytail, Model 500, The Misunderstood, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Electric Prunes, Bill Near, The Shadows of Knight, Technova, The Techniques, The Names, Dennis Brown, Jacques Brel, T. Rex, Lou Christie, Fugazi, The Gories, Robert Görl, Charles Mingus, Prince Buster, Neil Young, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Curtis Mayfield, The Toasters, Yaz, Maurizio, Niagra, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Trojans, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Ken Boothe, Lucky Dragons, Soul Sonic Force, Gian Franco Pienzio, Eurythmics, Pantytec, the Slits, Massinfluence, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Ludus, Royal Trux, Minny Pops, Spoonie Gee, Barbara Tucker, Severed Heads, Tubeway Army, Eyeless In Gaza, Main Source, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Country Teasers, China Crisis, Sunsets and Hearts, The Saints, Quando Quango, Lyres, Vainqueur, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.

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)