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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.