Losing my edge

There’s an LCD Soundsystem song called “Losing My Edge” about getting older and watching the next generation discover what you thought was yours.

My son is bouncing off the walls about tonight’s Apple event.

I remember being that person. Sixteen, seventeen years ago, clearing my calendar for every Steve Jobs keynote. Not just for the products, but for the theater. The way he’d pause before revealing something. How he sold feelings instead of specifications.

“Today, Apple is going to reinvent the phone.”

The confidence. The showmanship. The genuine surprise.

I watch my son look at youtube about the new rumoured Apple devices and feel something I can’t quite name. Pride, maybe. Or recognition. He’s discovering his own version of that electric feeling I used to chase.

But I’m not bitter about losing it.

You don’t stay a youth forever. You develop immunity to hype cycles. You’ve seen enough “revolutionary” products to know the difference between marketing and genuine breakthrough.

The edge I’m losing isn’t about being behind the curve.

It’s about having lived through enough cycles to see the patterns. To appreciate the craft without falling for the spell.

Maybe that’s not a loss at all.