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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Hashim to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.

All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Marc Almond, Pantytec, Brand Nubian, Peter & Gordon, 8 Eyed Spy, CMW, Sugar Minott, Quando Quango, Qualms, The J.B.'s, JFA, Second Layer, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Visage, The Black Dice, The Invisible, Fear, The Dave Clark Five, Rufus Thomas, The Slits, Hardrive, The Doors, Glenn Branca, Rites of Spring, The Index, Crime, Liliput, Vainqueur, Flash Fearless, Sonic Youth, Matthew Halsall, Average White Band, Sex Pistols, Judy Mowatt, Jerry's Kids, Hasil Adkins, Hoover, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Red Krayola, Eden Ahbez, Nick Fraelich, Tubeway Army, Junior Murvin, The Durutti Column, Monks, The Five Americans, L. Decosne, Mary Jane Girls, Bobby Sherman, The Real Kids, The Mummies, Boredoms, Man Parrish, Jawbox, The Smoke, Bob Dylan, Alice Coltrane, The Gun Club, World's Most, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.

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)