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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
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,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.