Infinitely Losing My Edge
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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
The Names,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.