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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.

All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Boredoms, Pere Ubu, Steve Hackett, Alison Limerick, Accadde A, Fort Wilson Riot, Ultimate Spinach, Buzzcocks, Gong, Echo & the Bunnymen, New York Dolls, The Evens, Echospace, Idris Muhammad, Kenny Larkin, Rakim, MC5, Jeru the Damaja, Japan, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Drexciya, Minor Threat, Camouflage, Liaisons Dangereuses, Stereo Dub, Talk Talk, Brand Nubian, La Düsseldorf, The Pop Group, The Royal Family And The Poor, Joy Division, Gregory Isaacs, Isaac Hayes, Depeche Mode, Be Bop Deluxe, Arthur Verocai, Ultra Naté, The Motions, The Buckinghams, Bobby Womack, The Mighty Diamonds, Swans, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Ajijia Myrayebe, The Blackbyrds, Marc Almond, Crispian St. Peters, Los Fastidios, Monks, The Sound, Lakeside, Black Sheep, Bizarre Inc., ABC, Bobby Byrd, The American Breed, The Divine Comedy, Sparks, Lee Hazlewood, Matthew Bourne, Nico, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.

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)