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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.

All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Fire Engines, Mars, Harry Pussy, Vainqueur, Babytalk, Masters at Work, Q and Not U, The Human League, Visage, Siglo XX, Matthew Halsall, Quadrant, Shuggie Otis, Robert Wyatt, Silicon Teens, Swell Maps, Black Flag, The Knickerbockers, Yazoo, Pantytec, Ohio Players, The Skatalites, 8 Eyed Spy, Inner City, The Count Five, the Normal, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Ajijia Myrayebe, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Schoolly D, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Jesper Dahlbäck, Bob Dylan, Lee Hazlewood, Bobby Byrd, Flamin' Groovies, KRS-One, Mantronix, Laurel Aitken, Dark Day, Mary Jane Girls, Kool Moe Dee, Brand Nubian, The Stooges, Reuben Wilson, The Raincoats, Rakim, DJ Style, The Beau Brummels, New Order, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, John Foxx, The Fuzztones, Scientists, Rites of Spring, Quando Quango, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Star Department, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.

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)