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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 The Index. All the underground hits.

All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Juan Atkins, Leonard Cohen, Blake Baxter, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Residents, Michelle Simonal, Rakim, Brass Construction, Cabaret Voltaire, Minor Threat, Kaleidoscope, Kango’s Stein Massive, Derrick May, The Slits, E-Dancer, Negative Approach, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Magazine, The Pop Group, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Jawbox, Sister Nancy, Q and Not U, JFA, Hardrive, Maleditus Sound, Model 500, Desert Stars, Trumans Water, Radio Birdman, Schoolly D, Pantaleimon, Marc Almond, Unwound, Malaria!, Stetsasonic, Banda Bassotti, The Techniques, Hoover, Man Parrish, CMW, Sixth Finger, Television Personalities, Scratch Acid, EPMD, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Ice-T, Bobby Sherman, Circle Jerks, Pharoah Sanders, The Dead C, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, X-101, The Buckinghams, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Eric B and Rakim, Radiopuhelimet, Lalann, Lightning Bolt, Wire, Terrestrial Tones, Sugar Minott, Television, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.

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)