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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.

All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

World's Most, DJ Sneak, Zero Boys, Lonnie Liston Smith, Man Eating Sloth, Piero Umiliani, Scion, Sam Rivers, The Electric Prunes, Silicon Teens, Cybotron, Negative Approach, Scientists, Lower 48, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Con Funk Shun, The Black Dice, D'Angelo, Icehouse, Kango’s Stein Massive, Boredoms, DeepChord presents Echospace, Reuben Wilson, John Foxx, Amazonics, The Mighty Diamonds, 10cc, Adolescents, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, the Normal, Gang Green, The Human League, Lee Hazlewood, Nils Olav, The Gladiators, Pagans, Mission of Burma, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Stereo Dub, Y Pants, The Buckinghams, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Don Cherry, Camouflage, Can, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Modern Lovers, Sad Lovers and Giants, Royal Trux, Soft Cell, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Masters at Work, Radio Birdman, Lyres, Trumans Water, Marcia Griffiths, Nation of Ulysses, DNA, Black Flag, Marmalade, Todd Terry, The Fugs, The Skatalites, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.

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)