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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.

All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Scratch Acid, Suburban Knight, Icehouse, Eric B and Rakim, Dorothy Ashby, The Litter, Youth Brigade, Soul II Soul, Toni Rubio, Minutemen, Lalann, Agent Orange, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Jimmy McGriff, Inner City, Flash Fearless, Andrew Hill, Basic Channel, Dave Gahan, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Dead C, Eddi Front, the Swans, Ultravox, Camberwell Now, Slick Rick, Excepter, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Lindisfarne, AZ, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Q65, Nirvana, Second Layer, Visage, Fat Boys, Skriet, The Stooges, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Lungfish, Silicon Teens, Warsaw, The Grass Roots, The American Breed, The Star Department, Technova, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Mars, Malaria!, La Düsseldorf, Fela Kuti, 48th St. Collective, Alphaville, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, World's Most, The Barracudas, Country Joe & The Fish, T.S.O.L., The Men They Couldn't Hang, 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)