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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Can,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Camouflage,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.