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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.

All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Isaac Hayes, Anthony Braxton, Sarah Menescal, Bootsy Collins, Graham Central Station, Agitation Free, R.M.O., Tres Demented, The Evens, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Mr. Review, Steve Hackett, Sun Ra Arkestra, Dark Day, John Cale, Brothers Johnson, The Saints, La Düsseldorf, Archie Shepp, Eli Mardock, Tomorrow, Siglo XX, Fad Gadget, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Fuzztones, Gian Franco Pienzio, Saccharine Trust, Jacob Miller, Young Marble Giants, Matthew Halsall, Ultra Naté, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Gladiators, The Dave Clark Five, Hot Snakes, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Carl Craig, Kevin Saunderson, The Toasters, Sällskapet, Susan Cadogan, the Bar-Kays, Alton Ellis, Bobby Byrd, Television Personalities, Marine Girls, Pylon, Talk Talk, Eden Ahbez, The United States of America, The Raincoats, The Busters, Mad Mike, Maurizio, Arcadia, Terrestrial Tones, Stereo Dub, Gerry Rafferty, Y Pants, The Gories, Minor Threat, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.

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)