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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.

All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

It's A Beautiful Day, Oblivians, Gabor Szabo, Magazine, The Pop Group, Jacques Brel, The Real Kids, Yaz, Dark Day, David McCallum, Piero Umiliani, Boogie Down Productions, The Mojo Men, Josef K, Thee Headcoats, Andrew Hill, The Monks, Cymande, Au Pairs, The Electric Prunes, Q65, Byron Stingily, Half Japanese, Strawberry Alarm Clock, David Axelrod, Althea and Donna, Subhumans, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Scott Walker, Minny Pops, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Theoretical Girls, Heavy D & The Boyz, Colin Newman, The Cosmic Jokers, Nas, Babytalk, Rotary Connection, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Funky Four + One, Darondo, Jeru the Damaja, Barry Ungar, The Pretty Things, X-102, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Ultimate Spinach, Cluster, Boz Scaggs, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, PIL, Larry & the Blue Notes, Mars, Black Pus, Throbbing Gristle, Nik Kershaw, Amon Düül, Susan Cadogan, The Sonics, The Buckinghams, The Blues Magoos, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.

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)