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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.