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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.

All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Television Personalities, Country Joe & The Fish, Mad Mike, James White and The Blacks, Nas, Vladislav Delay, Jacob Miller, Joe Finger, Bronski Beat, Thompson Twins, B.T. Express, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Gichy Dan, Funkadelic, Dark Day, Deepchord, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Babytalk, Fifty Foot Hose, Kurtis Blow, Curtis Mayfield, Little Man, Glambeats Corp., Ronan, In Retrospect, The Raincoats, The Music Machine, The Fortunes, Warren Ellis, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The Alarm Clocks, Wally Richardson, Talk Talk, Cecil Taylor, Quantec, Lyres, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Excepter, Maurizio, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Sound Behaviour, Bobby Byrd, the Normal, Leonard Cohen, Franke, Boz Scaggs, Minor Threat, Anthony Braxton, FM Einheit, Bang on a Can All-Stars, The Vogues, Boredoms, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Jerry Gold Smith, Mark Hollis, The Monks, Sonny Sharrock, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Pere Ubu, Amon Düül II, Public Image Ltd., The Royal Family And The Poor, The Young Rascals, Fela Kuti, Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.

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)