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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 güiro 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.