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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.