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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.