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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.