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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.

All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Oblivians, Warsaw, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Iggy Pop, Das Ding, The Modern Lovers, Fatback Band, AZ, The Tremeloes, Marine Girls, Aloha Tigers, Terrestrial Tones, Charles Mingus, Howard Jones, The Grass Roots, Bobby Sherman, Agent Orange, Television, Monks, Skarface, The Gap Band, The Cosmic Jokers, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Gil Scott Heron, Toni Rubio, Pere Ubu, The Chocolate Watch Band, Tres Demented, Mo-Dettes, The Techniques, Pierre Henry, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Simply Red, The Doobie Brothers, The Seeds, Ituana, Matthew Halsall, the Association, Tropical Tobacco, A Flock of Seagulls, The Litter, Ronan, Visage, Pole, Radiopuhelimet, Curtis Mayfield, Thompson Twins, Newcleus, kango's stein massive, Janne Schatter, FM Einheit, Mantronix, Flamin' Groovies, Alphaville, Rapeman, Stetsasonic, Josef K, Maleditus Sound, Soulsonic Force, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.

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)