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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.