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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.