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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.

All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Robert Wyatt, Stereo Dub, The Blues Magoos, Barry Ungar, Charles Mingus, Tres Demented, PIL, Soul II Soul, Pylon, Ronan, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Groovy Waters, The Kinks, Donny Hathaway, The Busters, Sound Behaviour, Newcleus, the Fania All-Stars, Crispian St. Peters, Don Cherry, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Mad Mike, Maurizio, Anthony Braxton, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Bobby Hutcherson, The Doobie Brothers, Kings Of Tomorrow, Bobby Sherman, Matthew Halsall, Dark Day, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Gang Gang Dance, Bill Wells, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Soul Sonic Force, David Axelrod, 8 Eyed Spy, Skaos, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Wasted Youth, Lyres, The Tremeloes, Skarface, Monolake, Amon Düül II, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Soft Cell, Kool Moe Dee, The Birthday Party, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Fortunes, The Beau Brummels, EPMD, the Association, Malaria!, Jesper Dahlbäck, Y Pants, Wolf Eyes, James White and The Blacks, Alison Limerick, Peter & Gordon, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.

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)