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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Inner City 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.

All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Buzzcocks, Electric Light Orchestra, The Remains, The Offenders, Sparks, DeepChord presents Echospace, Q and Not U, Circle Jerks, Cheater Slicks, David Bowie, Angry Samoans, Brick, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, X-102, Icehouse, Black Pus, KRS-One, Gang of Four, Newcleus, Traffic Nightmare, the Slits, Marvin Gaye, The Star Department, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Magma, Warren Ellis, James White and The Blacks, La Düsseldorf, Darondo, The Cowsills, Lucky Dragons, The Mighty Diamonds, Mo-Dettes, Peter and Kerry, Sun Ra Arkestra, Procol Harum, The Alarm Clocks, Echospace, Ornette Coleman, Cal Tjader, Kings Of Tomorrow, Yaz, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Bobby Byrd, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Rotary Connection, The Victims, Negative Approach, Monolake, Trumans Water, L. Decosne, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Intrusion, Zero Boys, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Tropical Tobacco, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, New Order, X-Ray Spex, Hardrive, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.

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)