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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.

All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Busters, Cecil Taylor, The Blackbyrds, Sällskapet, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Young Rascals, Crooked Eye, Pierre Henry, Symarip, Grey Daturas, Vainqueur, Minnie Riperton, Soft Cell, David Bowie, The J.B.'s, The Associates, John Coltrane, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Mummies, Judy Mowatt, Agent Orange, Barbara Tucker, Porter Ricks, Boz Scaggs, Con Funk Shun, Michelle Simonal, Stockholm Monsters, World's Most, Drive Like Jehu, Gerry Rafferty, Glambeats Corp., Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Fad Gadget, The Flesh Eaters, Flamin' Groovies, Black Pus, Lonnie Liston Smith, Minutemen, Jesper Dahlbäck, Reagan Youth, Alton Ellis, Alison Limerick, Grandmaster Flash, Warren Ellis, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The Trojans, Suicide, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Derrick May, Excepter, Tres Demented, Duran Duran, Sister Nancy, Scientists, L. Decosne, Mo-Dettes, Joy Division, Camouflage, Curtis Mayfield, Kayak, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.

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)