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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.