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 Haiti 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.

All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Adolescents, Television Personalities, Nation of Ulysses, Absolute Body Control, Godley & Creme, Yusef Lateef, Toni Rubio, Archie Shepp, Glambeats Corp., Black Bananas, Joe Finger, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Todd Rundgren, Gang Gang Dance, Davy DMX, Ash Ra Tempel, Arab on Radar, Banda Bassotti, Jeff Mills, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Aswad, Arthur Verocai, New Order, Ultravox, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Jesper Dahlback, Ten City, Wire, Wally Richardson, Lalo Schifrin, The Alarm Clocks, The Human League, Anakelly, Traffic Nightmare, Matthew Bourne, Radio Birdman, MC5, Marine Girls, Al Stewart, Bronski Beat, Au Pairs, Heavy D & The Boyz, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Gories, Robert Hood, Slave, The Neon Judgement, Public Image Ltd., Crime, Sonny Sharrock, Sly & The Family Stone, The Zeros, Tomorrow, Rosa Yemen, London Community Gospel Choir, Sex Pistols, Crispy Ambulance, X-Ray Spex, Lou Reed & Metallica, The Chocolate Watch Band, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.

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)