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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
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,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.