This ever happen to you?
You want a nice ‘mater sandwich for lunch. You try to slice it and you have to puncture the skin with the point just to start a cut. It winds up mushy and with juice all over the place.
Of course your bride won’t let you sharpen the knives because she might cut herself.
The compromise. Select two (of the eight) and sharpen them to your standards (Wilkinson comes to mind). Take the little bungee things for your grand daughters ponytails and wrap them around the handles so they can’t me missed.
Life is again harmonious.