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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters 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?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.