What really drives me mad about art is that, in America, the only thing you can do is to take it apart.

Here we are at the edge of the world, the very edge of Western civilization, and all of us are so desperate to feel something, anything, that we keep falling into each other and f*****g our way toward the end of days.

I've documented a lot of things myself as a filmmaker. If you want a rockumentary, that's in there.

My uncle was the first brown person to have a market stall on Petticoat Lane in the 1960s. He worked his way up from the street. He was homeless, but eventually he got a car so he could sell from the boot. And by the 1980s, he was a millionaire wholesaling to companies like Topshop. So in a way, fashion put me in England.

Before the Greeks were the Tamils. The Tamils are one of the oldest civilizations thats still surviving.

The music industry was invented, like, 100 years ago. I'm talking about the goddess Matangi, who invented music 5,000 years ago. She was the only thing that inspired me.

If you narrow the playing field, the next generation has less to put out, to eat and regenerate from.