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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.

All UT 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Kerrie Biddell, Public Image Ltd., Sam Rivers, The Barracudas, Arcadia, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Radiopuhelimet, Sun Ra Arkestra, LL Cool J, Tres Demented, The Litter, Sparks, Second Layer, Peter & Gordon, Kango’s Stein Massive, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Fort Wilson Riot, Lower 48, Roxy Music, Neil Young, Cheater Slicks, Wings, Ken Boothe, Alphaville, Warren Ellis, Darondo, Chrome, Bob Dylan, John Lydon, Harmonia, Cameo, Talk Talk, Ash Ra Tempel, James Chance & The Contortions, Lindisfarne, These Immortal Souls, The Trojans, D'Angelo, Toni Rubio, Peter and Kerry, David Axelrod, Tears for Fears, Harpers Bizarre, The Blackbyrds, Maurizio, kango's stein massive, The Royal Family And The Poor, Gong, Khruangbin, The Toasters, Spandau Ballet, The Modern Lovers, The Evens, Throbbing Gristle, Eurythmics, CMW, New York Dolls, Bill Near, Aural Exciters, The Cosmic Jokers, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Absolute Body Control, Funky Four + One, The Young Rascals, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.

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)