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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.

All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Juan Atkins, the Germs, Nils Olav, Dennis Brown, OOIOO, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Lalo Schifrin, Eric Copeland, The Grass Roots, Dave Gahan, Godley & Creme, DJ Style, Jimmy McGriff, The Toasters, Stiv Bators, Amazonics, The Fortunes, Hashim, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Monks, This Heat, Gregory Isaacs, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Depeche Mode, The Victims, Roger Hodgson, the Slits, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Cabaret Voltaire, T.S.O.L., Sonic Youth, Throbbing Gristle, Ralphi Rosario, Crispy Ambulance, Sad Lovers and Giants, Max Romeo, Sister Nancy, Cameo, Wire, Connie Case, Unrelated Segments, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, DJ Sneak, Gichy Dan, A Certain Ratio, Bush Tetras, Matthew Bourne, Schoolly D, Peter & Gordon, Roy Ayers, Ornette Coleman, Whodini, Shoche, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Moss Icon, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Circle Jerks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Gil Scott Heron, The Saints, Dual Sessions, Fifty Foot Hose, Ultramagnetic MC's, Radiohead, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.

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)