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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Motorama,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
The Smoke,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.