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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.

All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Divine Comedy, Yellowson, Donald Byrd, The Five Americans, Pet Shop Boys, Derrick May, Blake Baxter, X-102, Ralphi Rosario, Nirvana, Basic Channel, Marine Girls, Pylon, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, La Düsseldorf, Ohio Players, Sonny Sharrock, Country Joe & The Fish, Panda Bear, Gang Starr, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Suburban Knight, The Buckinghams, Sällskapet, FM Einheit, Neil Young, Dead Boys, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Boredoms, Grandmaster Flash, China Crisis, The Mighty Diamonds, Shuggie Otis, Kayak, The Fall, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Monks, Surgeon, Magazine, Robert Görl, Bobby Womack, Don Cherry, Man Parrish, The Smiths, the Normal, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Swans, Zero Boys, Cheater Slicks, Electric Prunes, Minor Threat, Ludus, Sunsets and Hearts, Masters at Work, Jeff Mills, Mars, Brand Nubian, Al Stewart, Alton Ellis, Sugar Minott, Thompson Twins, The New Christs, A Flock of Seagulls, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.

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)