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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.

All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

DJ Style, Jerry Gold Smith, Godley & Creme, Pantaleimon, Funkadelic, Tears for Fears, a-ha, Arab on Radar, Zapp, the Fania All-Stars, Loose Ends, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, T.S.O.L., Laurel Aitken, Slave, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Scientists, China Crisis, the Germs, Radiopuhelimet, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Fortunes, Juan Atkins, Donald Byrd, Iggy Pop, Janne Schatter, KRS-One, Fluxion, Bobbi Humphrey, Albert Ayler, ABBA, Youth Brigade, The Red Krayola, Crooked Eye, 8 Eyed Spy, Skaos, Bobby Womack, Robert Görl, Johnny Osbourne, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Tropical Tobacco, Thompson Twins, Altered Images, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Bootsy Collins, Peter and Kerry, The Velvet Underground, Delon & Dalcan, L. Decosne, Gang of Four, CMW, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Newcleus, Ponytail, Quadrant, Spandau Ballet, The Alarm Clocks, Y Pants, 10cc, The Standells, Al Stewart, Gian Franco Pienzio, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.

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)