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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.

All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

David McCallum, Soul Sonic Force, Slave, The Offenders, 8 Eyed Spy, Suicide, The Electric Prunes, E-Dancer, Judy Mowatt, Cymande, Robert Görl, Bobby Byrd, Ornette Coleman, Jacob Miller, Q and Not U, Bluetip, the Swans, Rufus Thomas, Lalo Schifrin, the Slits, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Bobby Womack, The Star Department, Groovy Waters, Absolute Body Control, Patti Smith, Bill Wells, Aswad, JFA, Anthony Braxton, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, kango's stein massive, Eyeless In Gaza, Quantec, Crispian St. Peters, Scan 7, Moss Icon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Newcleus, Scientists, Organ, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Donny Hathaway, Kenny Larkin, John Coltrane, MDC, The Gladiators, Scion, A Certain Ratio, Surgeon, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Depeche Mode, Gerry Rafferty, a-ha, Eve St. Jones, Max Romeo, Todd Terry, Joyce Sims, Cheater Slicks, Rapeman, Spoonie Gee, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.

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)