To me, an untrained ear, a young person at the time, I would hear off the different feels, all these different sounds, and then years later realize that everyone had used the same equipment, just to their own ends.

We cannot make rivers whole unless we wholly understand them.

I know that there's a lot of room to maneuver in those kind of ghostly musical spheres.

It seems like people need to get into the last album until they can tolerate the next one. And then, slowly but surely, by the time the new one's available, they've gotten into the last one and they really love it.

When Depeche Mode put out a single you knew that a week later you could go and buy the 12" and it would have six versions and they were all better.

It's very hard to predict what people are thinking.

I get nostalgic for things that didn't really exist. I might have a cassette from the first time a Melle Mel track, say, got played on radio in Manchester. And it might be a copy of a copy of a copy of a tape and there's all these weird nuances and distortions that have affected what I know as the truth, if you like, of that track.