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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Scion,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Quantec,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.