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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.