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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.

All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

One Last Wish, Ossler, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Scratch Acid, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Cluster, Black Flag, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Alphaville, Gabor Szabo, X-101, Albert Ayler, Glenn Branca, Sex Pistols, June Days, Derrick Morgan, Faust, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Trojans, Drexciya, Pulsallama, Monolake, Silicon Teens, Donald Byrd, The Residents, F. McDonald, Wolf Eyes, Robert Wyatt, Gong, Magazine, The Victims, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Seeds, Man Parrish, Oppenheimer Analysis, Half Japanese, Scrapy, The Leaves, Brass Construction, The Pretty Things, Guru Guru, Soul Sonic Force, Section 25, Television Personalities, Buzzcocks, John Holt, Yusef Lateef, Essential Logic, Danielle Patucci, Flipper, Black Bananas, Rufus Thomas, Grauzone, Groovy Waters, Barbara Tucker, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, the Soft Cell, The Kinks, MDC, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.

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)