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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.

All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Index, Joensuu 1685, Lucky Dragons, The Neon Judgement, Television Personalities, Ornette Coleman, Depeche Mode, Saccharine Trust, Scratch Acid, Thee Headcoats, Crispy Ambulance, Lalo Schifrin, T. Rex, Selector Dub Narcotic, This Heat, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Colin Newman, Angry Samoans, China Crisis, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Technova, Moss Icon, Easy Going, Marine Girls, Gichy Dan, Hashim, Barbara Tucker, The Human League, EPMD, Black Pus, Blancmange, Duran Duran, Shoche, Byron Stingily, Charles Mingus, Q65, Andrew Hill, Iggy Pop, Yusef Lateef, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Country Joe & The Fish, Pagans, Nico, Roger Hodgson, Public Image Ltd., Monolake, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The Sonics, Qualms, Patti Smith, Yellowson, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Eric Dolphy, Rhythm & Sound, Arcadia, Soft Machine, The Invisible, Jerry's Kids, The Selecter, Delon & Dalcan, Ossler, The Kinks, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.

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)