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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.