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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.