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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.