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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Television,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.