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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.

All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Judy Mowatt, Reuben Wilson, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Heavy D & The Boyz, Marshall Jefferson, Bobby Hutcherson, The Moleskins, Kevin Saunderson, Scott Walker, Roxette, Pagans, Jacques Brel, Juan Atkins, Max Romeo, Deepchord, Idris Muhammad, The Dave Clark Five, The Selecter, A Certain Ratio, Mission of Burma, Minnie Riperton, Joensuu 1685, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Masters at Work, The Fortunes, James White and The Blacks, London Community Gospel Choir, DeepChord presents Echospace, Flamin' Groovies, 10cc, Accadde A, Saccharine Trust, Khruangbin, Inner City, Todd Rundgren, Infiniti, Dawn Penn, Tears for Fears, Maleditus Sound, The Monks, the Human League, Arab on Radar, Henry Cow, The Smiths, Robert Hood, Peter and Kerry, The Toasters, The Young Rascals, Fear, Eric B and Rakim, The Five Americans, Minny Pops, The Evens, The Vogues, Neil Young, Electric Prunes, Surgeon, The Monochrome Set, Graham Central Station, The American Breed, Ituana, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.

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)