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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.

All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sun Ra Arkestra, Q65, Nirvana, The Divine Comedy, Bizarre Inc., Lightning Bolt, Symarip, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Radiopuhelimet, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Eddi Front, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Mummies, Delon & Dalcan, Groovy Waters, One Last Wish, Minnie Riperton, Lindisfarne, Crime, Television Personalities, Aaron Thompson, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Dave Clark Five, Bang On A Can, Mission of Burma, Tomorrow, Minny Pops, Camberwell Now, John Cale, LL Cool J, Wasted Youth, The Move, Yaz, Eric Copeland, Monolake, Sonic Youth, Spoonie Gee, Chris Corsano, Ohio Players, John Foxx, Pere Ubu, Junior Murvin, Nils Olav, The Monks, Slave, OOIOO, The Beau Brummels, CMW, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Angels of Light, The Slits, Gang of Four, Organ, Archie Shepp, Amon Düül II, The Misunderstood, Minor Threat, The Moody Blues, Sunsets and Hearts, Bobby Womack, Make Up, Agent Orange, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.

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)