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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.