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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.

All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Invisible, Moebius, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Human League, Strawberry Alarm Clock, DeepChord presents Echospace, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Eli Mardock, Ultravox, Animal Collective, Bang On A Can, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Roger Hodgson, Basic Channel, Tim Buckley, Ronan, Connie Case, Vladislav Delay, Stereo Dub, Camouflage, K-Klass, The Fortunes, Black Moon, New Age Steppers, Unwound, Jeff Mills, Idris Muhammad, Letta Mbulu, L. Decosne, Danielle Patucci, The Electric Prunes, The Gun Club, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Johnny Clarke, Gastr Del Sol, Crash Course in Science, The Last Poets, Echo & the Bunnymen, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, The Associates, Brick, Jesper Dahlbäck, Cluster, Sunsets and Hearts, Man Parrish, Loose Ends, Lalann, Skaos, Con Funk Shun, kango's stein massive, Hardrive, H. Thieme, Selector Dub Narcotic, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Panda Bear, Slave, a-ha, Yazoo, Tommy Roe, Roxette, Unrelated Segments, Scientists, Cecil Taylor, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.

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)