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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.

All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Basic Channel, Girls At Our Best!, Zapp, The Divine Comedy, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Clear Light, Marine Girls, K-Klass, Grandmaster Flash, The Grass Roots, The Leaves, Ajijia Myrayebe, Lebanon Hanover, Black Pus, Outsiders, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Jeru the Damaja, Pylon, Cal Tjader, The Residents, The Evens, Sight & Sound, Skarface, Harry Pussy, Joy Division, Interpol, the Slits, Fad Gadget, The Doobie Brothers, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Monochrome Set, Faraquet, Deakin, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Wire, Organ, Pet Shop Boys, Howard Jones, Procol Harum, Mad Mike, Main Source, Inner City, Bobby Womack, the Association, Grauzone, Scrapy, Nils Olav, Heavy D & The Boyz, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Soul Sonic Force, Mission of Burma, Fatback Band, Gerry Rafferty, The Mummies, Pagans, Graham Central Station, Oppenheimer Analysis, Cymande, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.

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)