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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.

All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Peter & Gordon, DeepChord presents Echospace, Nik Kershaw, the Bar-Kays, Symarip, Fort Wilson Riot, Heaven 17, Lightning Bolt, Ice-T, Eric Copeland, Marvin Gaye, Isaac Hayes, Gang Green, Absolute Body Control, Kings Of Tomorrow, John Holt, Y Pants, Crispian St. Peters, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Bill Near, The Names, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Jerry's Kids, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Fluxion, Amon Düül II, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, K-Klass, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Visage, Crime, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Oneida, Sandy B, Infiniti, The Five Americans, Negative Approach, ABC, Country Joe & The Fish, Warren Ellis, X-102, Rakim, Buzzcocks, Clear Light, Barrington Levy, Bronski Beat, Aloha Tigers, Newcleus, Eddi Front, Easy Going, The Chocolate Watch Band, Roxette, Country Teasers, Slick Rick, Sad Lovers and Giants, Eyeless In Gaza, Ornette Coleman, Zapp, Rapeman, Popol Vuh, Urselle, Slave, Radiopuhelimet, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.

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)