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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.

All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Trojans, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Zero Boys, The United States of America, the Soft Cell, Connie Case, June Days, Aswad, Circle Jerks, Hoover, Nik Kershaw, The Stooges, Maleditus Sound, Slick Rick, Rakim, Wolf Eyes, Heavy D & The Boyz, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Offenders, Moebius, Loose Ends, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), It's A Beautiful Day, Lee Hazlewood, Yazoo, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Litter, Lou Reed & John Cale, Sam Rivers, Scientists, Deadbeat, La Düsseldorf, Lower 48, Faraquet, The Human League, Supertramp, The Count Five, Freddie Wadling, Eddi Front, The Gap Band, The New Christs, Josef K, The Fuzztones, Eyeless In Gaza, X-101, Byron Stingily, Unrelated Segments, PIL, Brothers Johnson, Aaron Thompson, Be Bop Deluxe, Darondo, Boz Scaggs, Con Funk Shun, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Bad Manners, Sex Pistols, Ultimate Spinach, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Music Machine, Unwound, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.

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)