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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.