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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.

All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Animal Collective, Davy DMX, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, New Order, kango's stein massive, Alice Coltrane, Letta Mbulu, Country Joe & The Fish, Ultimate Spinach, Fort Wilson Riot, Quadrant, Main Source, Marcia Griffiths, Yusef Lateef, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Arab on Radar, Traffic Nightmare, David Axelrod, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Lucky Dragons, The Litter, Bizarre Inc., Bang On A Can, Flipper, The Modern Lovers, Ajijia Myrayebe, Cluster, CMW, Scan 7, Subhumans, Neil Young, Zero Boys, The Five Americans, Andrew Hill, Mo-Dettes, The Moody Blues, Radiohead, MC5, Clear Light, Amazonics, the Bar-Kays, Brick, Faust, Scratch Acid, Jacques Brel, Funky Four + One, The Human League, U.S. Maple, Bobby Sherman, Sparks, A Certain Ratio, Lou Reed & Metallica, Y Pants, Larry & the Blue Notes, It's A Beautiful Day, Janne Schatter, Tim Buckley, Zapp, Tubeway Army, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.

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)